Loving Insanity (OOC)

[Vanilla Fire]

Death was never the feeling I first believed it to be. Since I was little, I always pictured myself in a white dress, floating upwards into the clouds, a bright, shining light telling me everything was alright, that my life was over. I imagined a little palace, pristine and glamourous, small fountains of untainted water filling tiny cups that awaited in eager hands. It may have seemed silly to someone, but he never found it so. My best friend was always so eager to hear about my life, so I told him everything. All my deepest, darkest secrets. And he told me his.

It was heaven in it's own right, me and him, seeing the world before us as something other then mundane. It could be shaped, created, molded into what we wished. We were such explorers as children, searching the nooks and crannies of the house for something, ANYTHING, that could lead us to adventure. Whether it be something as simple as the remains of a glass bottle, or a key that met no lock, he was able to make it seem unnatural, a gift from the Gods. I was always alongside him, battling the various monsters and trolls with my sword, and laughing when we won. We always won.

So when we grew up together, our bodies morphing into adulthood, our old imagination left us, to be replaced with the ideals of a modern society. I changed... he didn't. He became a writer, etching his worlds onto the paper with his mighty pen, telling me all about them when we saw eachother. I still laughed, and even let him make me a character for his stories, but I never joined him, only read the words of the worlds I had left behind. They always made me smile, though I never told him. I couldn't say I wished oh so desperately to return to the life we shared as children. How would I have said it?

The day was close drawing where he would become the very thing he wished to be, the day his head filled to the brim with imaginary lands and people, each with their own histories and tales that needed to be told. But the day this came was the day I left him. I don't know how he saw it, but to me, it was a cold and dark room, curtains drawn and light dim. I could barely see in my sickened state, but there he was, holding my hand, reassuring me everything would be alright. I made him promise, like I used to when we were children, and he did, tears streaming down his face. He promised I would survive, even if he couldn't. Then I died...

But death could never match the creative genius that he possessed, his mighty pen a show of the power he had. He overcame my death, and I joined him once again, another addition to the world he wished to be a part of. I didn't know what to say, having been brought back to life through his voice, the newest member of his growing circle of friends. Were they friends? No... they were his emotions, given a voice and a spirit like an actual human. So what was I? Only time would tell...



Character Skeleton (Emotion)

Name: What emotion do you represent?
Description: You do not have to appear human. Far from it, actually, as this is set in the mind of the writer. So you can have your character look like anything, so long as the emotion can be logically tied to it.
Personality: How do you embody said emotion? Does it show in your actions? Are you straight-forward, or subtle?
Bio: Every emotion was not made simultaneously, and the best friend is the latest to join, so what has your history with the writer been? You could have existed for years or months. And why were you given a voice? What happened in the writer's life that warranted your birth?


Character Skeleton (Living Person)

Name:
Age:
Description: What do you look like? What do you wear? What colour is your skin, eyes and hair? Any distinguishing marks?
Personality: I'd like a paragraph or two, explaining how you act in certain situations.
Bio: What's your relationship to the writer? Did you know the best friend? Are you worried about the writer?

NOTE: The writer is open, and the only character able to visit both worlds, both mundane and imaginary. Therefore, his character won't just be given away, and submissions will be compared to give him the best suitor. Any other character may be gained if I deem it acceptable

To end this, this is my first Advanced Game, so I hope I can fit in rather well. Good luck to me.

[DoubleTapThat]

I'm gonna get a CS up soon. I'm just a little busy right now.

[Faeryx]

Would it be possible for me to RP two opposite emotions? Like, as twin sisters?

[Vanilla Fire]

The emotions would have to be logically linked.

[cakeware]

Name: Kevin
Age: 29
Description: Kevin has wavy, dark-brown hair paired with two warm, chocolate eyes. He also has a bit of stubble, and a wide smile that compliments those features. Laugh lines further compliment his shining white grin, and a muscular athletic build. He's rather tall at 6'3.

Personality: Kevin is typically a calm outgoing person, always having something funny or witty to say. He's quite talkative, going out of his way to put the author in good spirits when he is down. He gets along with most people quite nicely, but can't be bothered when in a bad mood himself.

Kevin is a pacifist for the most part, figuring that every situation can be solved in a nonviolent way. He looks down upon feelings of revenge, grudges and hate as he finds them useless and bothersome to a person's overall health.


Bio: Kevin typically tries to comfort the writer or spike conversations with him when either person is bored or unoccupied. He care so very much for him to the point where he is checking in on him constantly.

[Vanilla Fire]

Can you try and give me a bit more?

[cakeware]

er...I'll try? I'm not very good with character sheets
=========
Name: Kevin
Age: 29
Description: Kevin's complexion is tan, and he is rather tall at 6'3. He is muscular, many of his shirts accentuating his muscles. Kevin also has dark, wavy brown hair, his fringe swooping over his forehead It's very fluffy and light, but so much to the point where it is bothersome. He usually wears it tucked behind his ear. Also hair-wise, he has a bit of stubble and the beginnigs of a mustache which is also often shave down to a small stubble. Lastly, he bears a wide smile, laugh lines complimenting his near-perfect, white, toothy grin.

Personality: Jevin is a calm, happy-go lucky and outgoing person, always having something to say. He is quite talkative, which can work in his advantage when in a tough situation. His persuasive speeches or quick thinking gets him out quarrels, hence the pacifist view on fighting he has. Kevin looks down on grudges and revenge, thinking of them more as health and mental issue than a rational conclusion to situations. He believes forgiveness is the most righteous choice, and helps others to ignore their wrathful thoughts.

Kevin's smartness and outgoing nature is flawed. Hanging out with Kevin for some can become over-whelming. He is motherly: kind and caring in one moment then over-bearing and protective in the next. Despite it all, he is a great person to hang around. He is dependable, and will always offer his shoulder to lean on.

Bio: As stated above, Kevin is dependable, and tries his best to keep most in good spirits, including the writer. He tries to act as a therapist and a friend to him. Though the writer may perceive him as a friend, Kevin considers himself a brother to the writer, and enjoys watching him grow.

When he is bored or unoccupied, he likes to spike random conversations with the writer when he is near, as he perceives him as good company and a great ear. Often though, Kevin worries about being over-bearing as he does realize he can be a bit to motherly.
====
I'm sorry, i'm really awful at this. I'm better at role playing than planning out character-sheets :C

[Vanilla Fire]

That's ok, I know exactly how you feel
I'll accept that, but you have to promise to try and be better

[Faeryx]

The emotions would have to be logically linked.

So how about Love and Lust being twin sisters? I feel like that is a pretty logical link.

[Vanilla Fire]

True. I will accept twin sisters as Love and Lust