Kate & Tirgesfu

[Katelyn]

OOC - Okay, boo. Here we go. We can work up a basic CS in here with the following:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Brief Background:

I don't need to know much in the background, as I'd like to just learn about your character IC. We'll sort out the beginning and then I can kick off the IC right here in this thread. Sorry this took so long. :P

I'll have my CS up tomorrow morning.

Let's go with the location being like Mississippi or somewhere backwoods...

[Katelyn]

Name: Erin Polemsu
Age: 23
Appearance:
Brief Background: Erin was born and raised in a good family, her father a preacher and her mother a bookkeeper for the mayor. Life was simple and good and although her parents wanted more kids, they were only able to have Erin. She became everything to them and was given everything a child could want. She did well in school and hoped to go to college upon high school graduation, but the world changed drastically and people began to tout about the end times being near.

She watched as her town turned into something out of a horror novel, people killing themselves because "demons" were after them. It finally drew close to home when her own mother began acting less than appropriate in the church and at home, claiming a lust demon was after her. Her mother committed suicide and Erin was the one to find her hanging my the large cross in the sanctuary. That was but two years ago and Erin works beside her father, assisting with the church and trying to make sense of the chaos that is her life now.

[tirgesfu]

Name: Sariel (hint he might be a Darda'il - but not real sure yet)

That is the only name he gives and often finds confrontation in the fact that he accepts no sir name. On the few occasions when someone presses or asks what the hell kind of name is that, he will just shift his ice blue eyes into a frosty state and say, “Older than Adam.”

Age: Depends upon how you measure time. But as he walks through this section of earth he has adopted the number 28. He likes the sound of it on his tongue and the roundness when he writes the two digits. And he looks the age.

Description: (Note here – I enjoy looking at peoples pictures and am improving on searching but I live and work in a very rural area,- not Mississippi- My internet loads so slow I fall asleep looking. So I fall back on words. If you enjoy looking – find one for me.)

Standing just over six feet, Sariel holds his own. He is muscular but not the big muscling building kind. His shoulders are just slightly wider than his hips. He has sandy blonde hair that waves some but would not be described as curls. It hangs over light brows and often into his eyes and over his ears. It touches the back collar but would not be called long. His skin is slightly tanned but most definitely classified as white. Two things are most often noticed. One is his ice blue eyes. And the other is one dimple, on the right side of his face, that shows when he smiles. He calls it his kiss of God.

Brief Background: (got lots I have to work on here, but like you it comes to me better as I play) Sariel walks into town. That in and of itself is somewhat strange. He doesn’t have a truck. He has a good size army duffle bag, a long, past his knees duster cowboy style soft leather coat. And a few hidden guns. He has been traveling through the southeast. He is looking for something. And while he looks he has been ordered to help. He does so somewhat reluctantly because the definition of help in a demon infested world leaves lots of room for interpretation.

(This part will grow. I don’t want to fence in the direction with his reason or past)

[Katelyn]

OOC - understood. I don't mind at all, and I'd actually prefer not to have a picture. It's a waste of our time looking for one seeing that he'll take on a visual of his own as we move through the IC. I'll start us off with my father calling a town meeting, at least from her point of view. I'll do that shortly.

*Note - I'm on vacation from Friday to Sunday, but I should be able to get you 1 post a day. I can do more when I get back home, but my family will ride my ass for being online at all while we're on vacation, so short and sweet starting tomorrow and then I'll get back to it on Monday at a better length.

[tirgesfu]

Ah well....

I will be off on a hike Sunday to Wednesday. Backpacking so no posts at all.

Another question...


Do you like things done IC as in surprises or would you rather hash things out OOC?

I have been day dreaming and have some ideas.

[Katelyn]

OOC -

I like to react more than plan. And sounds like fun on your trip coming up. I'm good with going slow and giving both of us creative license. Feel free to do whatever you want as I have the plot on this one a bit open.

And if you want to talk about any of it - we can do that too, just for fun. Totally up to you love. I'll have a post to you shortly.

Daydreaming... I like that.

[tirgesfu]

And just to type it right out loud - no hurries or pushes (unless desired) from my end. Sometimes certain stories cautch your dreams and sometimes they don't. You seem to be like me and in a few which makes it fun to shift. Always know I will wait.All storied flow, and change speeds. One thing about me is I stay with a story until all players say it died. I love beginnings, hang in through middles and find that tender spot of an end. I like the story. I like to finish them.

(puts away the damn soap box and wonders off again)

[Katelyn]

Giggle... You are too cute. I'm giggling over here.

I GM 5-8 rps at all times. Large groups and I don't let them die - this won't die either love. And I'm actually happy with and prefer you poking me to post. I have a lot going on and will get over here as often as possible, but know that a gentle nudge is more than welcomed. Lots of my friends nudge me. I'm quite responsible about keeping up with my days since last post though.

Sounds lovely... Can I borrow your soapbox? *gets on it* I'd like the RP to have lots of hawt sex and cold bonbons! *gets off* <--- literally. :P

[Katelyn]

IC -

Erin walked quietly to his study, her feet padding along the tiled floor the only sound in the eerie silence that echoed around her. She watched the cup of black liquid, hoping to not spill any and therefore burn her porcelain skin. She knocked softly at the door, awaiting his welcome.

"Come in." His voice was raspy and tired, sleep running from him as the devil pressed against their door, weakening the strong and breaking the capable.

She opened the door and walked in slowly, balancing the cup as she moved toward him. Her father sat with his bible reopen, the pages worn from the years of encouragement and repudiation he'd preached from the life-giving pages. He held his balding head in his hand, his eyes a bit glassy through his thick spectacles as he continued to read, paying her no heed.

She sat the coffee down and touched his back, leaning over to place a small kiss on his cheek, "Good morning, father. You have less than an hour to be dressed and ready to meet the town’s people that will be arriving for the meeting."

"I'm aware. Thank you." He was emotionless as he muttered toward her.

She nodded and removed herself from his presence, a heaviness sitting on her soul as she quietly closed the door and walked to her own room. She sat on her bed, her chestnut hair flowing out around her white nightgown and just sunk into her thoughts. He'd changed so much since her mother died, basically retreating into his own world and leaving her to fend for herself.

It was a lonely existence and scary to utter the least, but it was what it was and she was stuck. It wouldn't be long before hell came to collect again and rest assured, she'd be on the list this time. She wanted to pray, but decided that the futile exercise was just that... God died at the turn of the century on a tree and perhaps never found it necessary to resurrect himself as some believed true. If he did... he didn't give a shit about her. That much was blatantly obvious.

[tirgesfu]

It was hot. But the heat didn’t bother Sariel. He still wore his soft leather duster with his old fashion bed roll slung over his shoulder. He waved a hand to the trucker who dropped him off where rural route 445 crossed Lakeview Road. The round greased hair driver hadn’t said much, “Ya got family dar son?” Sariel shook his head no. “Ain’t never meant no body who just goes to Tchula.” Sariel smiled and thanked the man. As the rough dusty paint chipped eighteen wheeler pulled back onto the road Sariel touched the side of the big rig, closed his eyes and wished it safe travels.

He shifted his bag and turned toward the road sign that welcomed him to Tchula Mississippi. He put his chin up letting his face find the sun and smelling the air. He heard the call. It did not surprise him that His name would be called over and over in the heart of the Bible belt. But just because the word was spoken doesn’t mean it holds its meaning. Lots of words have lost power. Like fuck. Sariel smiled again as he thought about that. Fuck you just doesn’t mean what it did say 40 years ago. Maybe to some it does. Maybe to the folks that wring their hands and call for help really know what it is they are asking for. Maybe. That’s why Sariel was there. To find out.

So with a curious hint in his eyes he swung the roll over to the other shoulder and began to walk toward the center of town. He walked through a line of small box houses with dusty yards and attempts at gardens. Collards and greens grasping to the dry earth, fences that never went around the whole yard, wood that couldn’t hold the chipping paint and cars that hadn’t run for seasons. He didn’t see many people, just an older lady in a pink flowered dress stand by her empty mailbox.

The down town was once quaint. Sariel walked past a nice small but cared for court house. There was one street with houses that stood as a reminder of better times. The trees were bigger around them and the lawns almost green.

Then there was the Baptist Church. Sariel stood at the sidewalk looking at the old temple. He closed his eyes and tried to get a feel of the place. Was this their center? If the town gathered would it be within these walls? No. Sariel opened his eyes and walked on. They will meet in some high school gym or some farmer’s grange hall, or chairs all around some municipal building.

They call for him and yet they do not gather at His house.