Post by revenge1231 on Dec 6, 2009 22:35:02 GMT -5
(Lionel Washington Rosenberg)
is the name, nice to meet you too.
is the name, nice to meet you too.
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[/color][/font]SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.[/color][/font]
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SO KIDDO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
My name is Lionel. It’s short and simple and to the point. I think that’s what I like about it. It doesn’t give you any false impressions.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
No, I don’t have any nicknames. I’m quite content with my real first name.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
I’m eighteen years of age.
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
I’m a male though sometimes I think my brain is part female. EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
Still in the closet.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
A lot of people say that I resemble a younger Matt Damon but I think he’s a lot hotter than I am. His tan is way more perfect than my own.
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[/color][/font]COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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I HEAR YOU'RE STILL IN SCHOOL. WHAT SCHOOL DO YOU ATTEND?[/COLOR]
I used to attend Burlington Catholic.SURE, SURE. AND WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/COLOR]
I’m a ’10 aka a senior.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
I liked that I got to see guys all the time but besides that not very much. I get along with girls a lot better then I do guys so it was kind of hell for me. Oh and nuns have always scared me a little bit.
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[/color][/font]NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS TYPICAL ,
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS PREDICTABLE.[/color][/font]
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JUST WONDERING – IS THIS HOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE MOST OF THE TIME?[/COLOR]
I have dark brown spiked hair. I have to put product in about three times to keep that but it looks good. Right after I put product in it shines like a diamond sitting in a bed of sunlight.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
My eyes are honestly anomalies. I still don’t why they’re different colors. My right eye is blue but its bordering black and my left is green like healthy grass.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
I’m about 5’9. I’m fairly muscular underneath my semi-bulky hoodies but no one notices sadly.GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]I wear a lot of hoodies. I guess this could figuratively be looked at as the shield I put between myself and everyone else around me. The hoodies are normally darker colors though I know in the back of my mind I really want to be wearing something that’s neon green. I throw on tight jeans most of the times. When I say tight I mean that my legs are clearly outlined but not suffocated though my ankles are loose.I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
Besides my eyes being different colors, there’s nothing.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
At first sight people think I’m a loner but really I’m just drowning in my self-pity.
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[/color][/font]I'M THE PRESS CONFERENCE ,
YOU'RE A CONVERSATION.[/color][/font]
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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
boys, video games, rain, math, graphic novels, drawing, paintingMHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
writing, reading (except graphic novels), the color red, snobs, bugs, and my parents
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR] I’m good at…This is hard. I’m pretty good at reading people I think and I’m also pretty good at math.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
I secondguess myself too much and I’m sorry to say but a hot guy walking down the street just kills my concentration. YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
Yes. I want my sister to love me…. MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I’m afraid of being rejected. I’m afraid of dying alone. I’m afraid of guys. Finally, I’m afraid my sister will find out…
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR] I fidget with the 2 inch knife in my pocket along with pocket change. I tend to look at the clouds when I’m excited. When I’m nervous I bite my hand. EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
I’m gay. I like bright colors. I actually think Madonna is amazing.COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
No, all the things that come up in my head are atleast two. Sorry.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
Okay. So I’ll try and be honest here. Since I’m still in the closet I try not to talk to guys a lot. I’m always scared that they’re going to notice something ‘off’ about me. This being said, I make friends with more girls than guys. This is mainly because I’m sentimental, kind, thoughtful, protective, and trustworthy. I’m the kind of person where it takes time to carve away at the wall I put up between me and others. When threatened I tend to run away from the conflict but if someone I care for is threatened I am more likely to act. There are reasons for my shell…I just don’t want to talk about them.
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[/color][/font]PUT ON A SHOW ,
I WANNA SEE HOW YOU LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
Yeah I have a sister. She’s sixteen…She doesn’t love me.LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
No, my sister is deathly allergic to most animals.FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
I’m German.[/LIST]
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
I live nowhere, in particular.DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
I wasn’t meant to be born. That’s what my parents tell me everytime I do something bad. They’ve done that ever since I was born. They said that I was supposed to be a girl. I remember hearing the word “sue” a lot when I was born. I now know that my parents tried to sue the geneticist that had done the genetic engineering to create me. He didn’t do a very good job.
My parents had wanted a girl with blonde hair and white eyes. I don’t know where the white eyes idea came from but I was far from what they had dreamed of. They were constantly pointing out my flaws and would remark “If you were Lina instead of Lionel you wouldn’t be this imperfect” It seemed that my parents hadn’t wanted me to be human because as humans perfection is unattainable.
Two years after I was born my parents decided to give the genetic engineering another shot and the creation of my sister commenced. Several years later I was five and my sister was three. I had watched her grow from a tiny baby to little toddler and loved her until the end of the world. She didn’t reciprocate this love. Even at this young age I vaguely remember her throwing her toys at me if I tried to come near her. Our parents did nothing but smile at their ‘perfect’ child.
It wasn’t long before my parents got sick of seeing my ‘imperfect’ face and sent me off to Burlington Catholic. I was at Burlington Catholic from 2nd grade to 11th grade and though some times there were bad for the most part it kept me from driving myself into depression and insanity. It was while I was at Burlington Catholic that I discovered my…abilities. I had been sitting in my room on my bed and was really thirsty. I turned my head and glared at the soda that was sitting on my desk several feet away. I was far too lazy to get the soda so I fell backwards and just lay on my bed gazing into the ceiling thinking still about that soda. I imagined holding it in my right hand and letting the refreshing liquid slowly drip into my awaiting mouth. I turned my again to look at the soda again and realized it was closer to me now. It stood straight up in mid-air for two more seconds before crashing into the ground. Apparently, I was telekinetic.
This happened when I was in the 7th grade at the Burlington Catholic and once I got over the thrill of being a telekinetic I actively starting practicing. When I was in class I would open my bookbag with my mind and only make it look like I was doing it with my hand. Somehow, I was able to be inconspicuous enough not to be found out.
I was in the 9th grade now and this is where I began realizing I was attracted to guys. I won’t go into any detail on how this occurred because there isn’t much to see. It was obvious. Around this time I also realized that I had some kind of affinity with electricity. I had been walking back to the Burlington Catholic campus one day and I heard a bird flutter its wings. It was sitting on top of an electric line. I stared at the electric line and several seconds later after the bird had flown away a bolt of electricity sprang from the line to my hand where it then sat neatly in a ball. I fainted and when I awoke I was back in my dormroom with soup and the nurse was watching TV next to me. I knew I would have a lot to learn.
As my junior year concluded and after having turned eighteen I decided that I wouldn’t go back home. Instead, I would live on the streets. As the last bell rang and signified the start of summer I enrolled in South High School to better learn about what I could do. Before this though I found a little hidden shop in Gotham where I bought an umbrella-sword. It was an umbrella which sheathed a sword and being slightly paranoid about not being between locked doors I thought I needed it. And by the time South High began it was my only friend.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
You’re…..welcome I guess.
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[/color][/font]I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME.[/color][/font]
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Hey hey hey, my name is Stuart[/COLOR],
and I am seventeen years old. I
am of the male species. I have
been roleplaying for about 3 years
now. My other characters here are No one yet.
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
This should be fun..
So...bye! See you guys around.
Oh, and this is my rp sample: Lionel sat crunched in between a dumpster and what appeared to be a pile of unwanted undergarments stained with a strange green goo. It was raining and Lionel cursed his luck. The man had been able to run a lot faster than Lionel had thought and diving into this hiding place had been his only option. Lionel heard the frantic pattering of footsteps approaching his location. Lionel tensed and closed his eyes wishing he were somewhere warm and safe.
However, the crashing of feet in puddles went right passed where Lionel was hidden. Lionel pushed his head from between the two gross objects to either side of him and watched the man run and then suddenly freeze. Lionel heard a low bone-chilling laugh come from the man as he turned around glaring at Lionel. Lionel blanched stumbling from his hiding spot and running in the opposite direction. It could be the again. That persistent pattering of the man’s footsteps getting closer to closer to Lionel. Lionel swore he felt a warm menacing breath on back of his neck. He knew he would have to do something if he wanted to live. Glancing behind him briefly Lionel realized there was no one there. Lionel took this time to catch his breath. He thanked the gods above for convincing him to run track a few times back at Burlington Catholic. Still cold Lionel began walking in the direction of the main road. A few seconds later Lionel looked up at the dark cloudy sky but missed seeing the descending shadow that was aimed for him. The man landed on Lionel with a loud thud and Lionel ungraciously rolled away grunting in paint. Flicking his head in the direction of his pursuer Lionel watched as he slowly walked towards Lionel with a sinister smile etched on his face. Lionel spastically grabbed at his umbrella that was attached to the belt on his waist. Unhooking it Lionel quickly slid the sword out from the umbrella-sheath as he had been practicing. Having unsheathed the sword Lionel thrusted forward stabbing the man in the knee. The man groaned in shock and pain as he fell to the ground. Lionel stood quickly and ran. He ran faster than at any track meet he had ever competed in. The man didn’t follow.
