It's my birthday so I'm making it everyone's problem.
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2 yrs ago
I figure my presence on this site is more of a curse than a blessing.
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2 yrs ago
Be the superhero roleplay that you want to see in the world.
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3 yrs ago
Don't mind me, just making another reappearance.
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By no popular demand, I'm back.
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Bio
Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!
I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.
"Thank you," he responded, slightly taken aback by her compliment of the name he'd chosen. "I like your name as well, it suits you."
He was starting to feel comfortable talking with Dawn, there was something about her that he liked. He had never acquainted a mage before and to think of that would have been highly absurd if he were still living in his lake. He listened intently as she explained the nature of her being, having little experience with magic that wasn't glamour, this was all very new to him. When she displayed her abilities, he watched with intrigue.
The girl became a creature of shade, fading in and out of his vision. She even gave him a cheeky wave before reappearing in her proper place, he was almost delighted enough to applaud her. Almost. She had managed to reign a smile out of him, a real one. It was odd to see it surface so suddenly, replacing his complacent frown. He had teeth that were just a bit too sharp. "That was-" he froze mid-sentence, seeming to try to form a word that wouldn't come. "That was-"
He made a vague motion with his hands, one that seemed to attempt to portray wonder or amazement. He was about to try to speak again when the pegasus approached them, greeting them and dipping her head to them. He swallowed thickly as he looked at the white horse-like creature, noting how polar opposite they were to one another. She was pristine, almost ethereal, truly a beautiful example of power and grace. His horse form would have looked like it had crawled from a bog in comparison to her. Normally, this would have sparked some sort of nasty response from him. Self hatred made him act like a boggard at times.
He restrained himself to a stiff nod of recognition. "Celestia," he greeted, her name was foreign on his tongue. "I'm Isaiah."
He could feel his left pinkie finger start to tingle, a sensation that he'd normally associate with the pins and needles of glamour. Except, this was glamour being stripped away, forcefully pulled from his flesh as his body noticed the growing absence of water. More of his human skin was starting to die. That was just great. Just what he needed, more rot. "We were just discussing powers and the like. I don't believe I've ever met a pegasus."
In addition, I'm looking forward to my characters developing friendships or the like, so feel free to tell me if you think our characters might wind up being friends or enemies or whatever. c:
Honestly, Isaiah might end up befriending Dawn fairly easily. He seems more comfortable with her than most people. It'll be cool to develop them more. =)
The approach of the fantastic beast had made him flinch. The breeze ruffling his dark hair and tugging at his shirt. He had never seen something so magnificently terrifying before, it was huge. It was larger than even his horse form. He didn't like being outsized though he had expected it, he watched it with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He had never wanted to fly before but this giant lizard made it look appealing.
He cleared his throat, looking back to the young lady quickly as she introduced herself as Dawn Memoli. It was a good name, it was just so odd to hear someone introduce themself. How did his kind even interact? He could barely remember the last time that another person had told him their name. Fake names were so common amongst his kind, it almost baffled him that other species could give their names up so easily.
"Isaiah Blackwater," he returned, his black eyes scanning her face carefully, as if he were looking for some sort of catch. The suspicion came with his culture, the fact that Fae were often malicious and nasty. The fact that names weren't usually traded this easily in the courts. You won names in the courts, you won servitude. He had never been much of a gambler, he had no need for some drunken sprite. If he stayed out of their games then his name remained his own, his will remained his own. It was best not to gamble with the Fae in general.
"I'm. . . I'm a faery. A kelpie specifically. Some people call us the spirits of the water, some people call us less pleasant things. You get what you get. I'm actually here in hopes of meeting different types of people. It's. . . It's been kind of a dream of mine to explore beyond the water."
His struggle to talk was obvious in his small stutters, his words seemed halting and strange. Some words were formed oddly in his mouth, like he had rarely ever used them. "Might I ask, what does a mage do? You use magic, am I correct? My magic is mostly compiled of glamour which isn't quite the same as solid magic."
The quick departure of Leofrick was sad in its way, he'd have to catch up with the elf again sometime. He hadn't meant to come off so aggressively, Pure Bloods were a very touchy subject with him and knew that his reactions could be a tad volatile at times. He was usually better at keeping his temper under wraps, he'd have to work on that more. He'd have to apologize to Leofrick again. Lightly scolding himself, he focused on Sierra as she fumbled to respond to him.
Of course, he didn't blame her for being a little lacking in the word department. He'd barreled her over with information, it was likely overwhelming for her. He had never been very good at taking things one step at a time, as soon as he got talking, he never shut up. His sister used to tell him that he would talk his tongue right out of his mouth if he could. Though, luckily, she agreed to talk about her species before he could spill out any more words in her direction.
His responding smile was so bright that it could have chased the clouds out of the sky. He hadn't met many werewolves in his time, maybe three at the very most. None that were ever extremely friendly to him. None that were anything like Sierra. It was an adventure as far as he was concerned, an adventure and an honor to learn more about her. With a slight bounce to his step, the boy turned to lead her.
"I haven't been here too long but I know there's cafés and such. Do you like coffee? I figure that one of them has got to serve coffee, I'm a bit of a caffeine addict. " he said, amusement warming his tone. "Who would have figured? A dead man that's addicted to caffeine."
He walked in a way that was far more cheerful than he had been before he'd gained her company. He hadn't realized it but he'd been lonely. Having a person to fill that empty space beside him was comfortable. He'd always been the type to seek out companions, trying to befriend any person who met him. His recent solitude was so abnormal for him that just the prospect of talking to this girl was enough to send his spirits soaring.
He hoped that he wouldn't scare her away, sometimes his presence could be a bit much for people. He'd been told that he came on too strong, he couldn't really help it. He just liked people, they made him feel at home. He sought out the nearest café, opening the door and holding it with the toe of his boot. "After you, Sierra. You can choose us a seat."
Ezekiel is handsome, thanks to good genetics from both of his parents, he was born with a strong jaw and deep cheekbones. His hair is a dark brown and usually trimmed short, he never seems to let it get much longer than his ears. He has a broad forehead and dark brows that are set low on eyes that seem constantly tired. His eyes are heavy-lidded, with medium length, dark eyelashes. His eyes are dark blue in shade and can seem very intense at times. They have a bruised pink shading around them.
He has a small nose with a straight bridge and a shapely mouth. He's built tall and lean, he has broad shoulders and a bit of muscle definition in his stomach and arms. He has a pale scar that stretches from the knuckle of his ring finger on his right hand, up to the start of his wrist from an accident as a child.
He tends to wear very neutral, fashionable clothing. There's almost always a jacket on his person unless it's incredibly unseasonable.
Q U I R K S
- Chewing the corner of his mouth. - Constantly fidgeting. - Rocking from heel to toe when he's impatient. - Running his thumb over his nails when he's thinking.
- Animals. - Geology. - Entomology. - Books. - Candles & incense. - Spending time with his sisters. - Having time to himself.
D I S L I K E S
- People who mistreat books. - Intrusive people. - Loud noises. - Arguments. - Cheesy movies.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
COMPASSIONATE - INTROVERTED - INTELLIGENT - MOODY
A born introvert, Ezekiel prefers to have time to himself and can be quite disagreeable if he's denied that time to himself. This isn't to say that he hates people altogether, just that he needs time to recharge after social ventures. He's very open and honest in conversation, a generally agreeable guy. Talking to him isn't much of a struggle and he has a warm humor about him.
He's very smart, the kind of person who sucks up knowledge like a sponge. He loves to learn new things and he's always searching for some new branch of knowledge to balance upon. He especially has a love of insects and he knows more about them than any other subject. This can lead to him sharing this information with whatever poor party that's willing to listen to him.
He also has a particularly good memory, holding onto details that might have otherwise been forgotten. It also helps that he tends to take notes and keeps an active journal. He's very private about the contents of his journal and keeps it hidden in his room. He has a slight worry of one of his sister's finding it.
At times, he can be a bit moody. These times are usually a result of him being cranky from lack of sleep or being surrounded in too many people for too long. When he gets into one of his "moods", he tends to snap at people or say things that he otherwise wouldn't. He'll usually apologize for these outbursts within the hour or sulk about it if the other party got angry in return.
H I S T O R Y
Ezekiel was raised like any other kid in Rosefell, to a good family and with a reasonable amount of money. He had just about everything he ever needed. He spent his childhood catching bugs and bringing them indoors (much to the dismay of his mother) and quickly became very interested in all kinds of insects. He learned as much as he could about the insects that he caught, pouring over library books and basically becoming an encyclopedia of bug facts. Despite this quirk, he was a fairly normal young boy.
His hunger for knowledge only grew as he got older. It expanded to new subjects, it became his favorite past time. If he learned something new, he spent days upon days researching it and becoming as knowledgeable as he could about it. This love of learning inspired extremely good grades. Even if he didn't like a subject, he found it relatively easy to learn.
He connected easily with boys in his age group and was even popular amongst the girls to some degree. People liked him, he liked people for the most part. Ezekiel was not a hard person to get along with. That's why it was especially strange when he never started dating. When asked about his interest in the girls that he knew, he seemed to think the idea of dating was ludicrous. Little did anyone know, he was dodging the truth about himself and had been for years.
By the time he turned sixteen, he was starting to realize his growing attraction to men and that made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to talk about this or who he could talk to about it so he kept it inside. He seemed to figure that it would go away if he didn't give it attention, he was very wrong. In fact, it seemed more and more apparent that he wasn't finding women attractive.
Despite his strong relationship with his family, he couldn't bring himself to talk about this. He would dodge questions that got too close for comfort and he'd pretend like everything was fine. He constantly encouraged his younger sisters to do what felt right for them and to put their comfort above all else while not following his own advice in the slightest.
Around the age of seventeen, he had his first kiss. Though this was never spoken of out loud, it's written in explicit detail in his journal. At a small house party, he had gotten a little tipsy and made the mistake of kissing a close male friend of his. Though they agreed that this was just a product of the alcohol in his bloodstream, he was unable to forget it.
3:20 A.M.
Tonight I messed up. It was an accident, I swear by that. I know you don't believe me but it was an accident. I never would have done that if I'd been completely sober but God, it made something inside of me. . . I can't finish that, it's too cheesy. Rest assured, I enjoyed it.
I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't drink around people anymore. Tonight I kissed him. I don't want to name him, that'll ruin the fantasy. If I put his name here, it'll make this more real somehow. It was fleeting, a single moment of fire where my lips touched his. I could feel him freeze, I knew he was confused. Hell, I was confused too. His mouth tasted like alcohol and spearmint gum, it seared into my teeth.
I touched his hair before he pulled back, my fingers got caught in it for just a brief moment. His lips had been dry, I wondered if mine were too. I self consciously licked my lips afterwards, I couldn't speak. I was staring at him as this sick sense of awe and wonder spread through my chest. Somewhere there was fireworks and flowers blooming. There were colors sparkling behind my eyes.
He laughed, really laughed, and I smiled at him. I was so confused. I should have known that he was laughing because he thought that in my drunken stupor, I'd forgotten he was a boy. I wish that was the case. If that had been the case then I wouldn't be sitting here, my heart pounding in my chest, in my bedroom, seeping in my own wretchedness. I wouldn't feel the heat of his mouth on mine, I wouldn't be touching my lips right now to see if they feel as hot as I think they do.
I keep thinking of how his cheeks looked flushed. Was it from the beer in his hand or because he'd been embarrassed by my kiss? I know that I must have been beat red when he'd looked at me, I'm not sure he noticed. I'm not sure people notice things as much as I do.
Like, I noticed that there was this girl near us when it happened. She'd paused to stare at us as we stared at each other. A circle of awkwardness, tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. She was a witness to my fumbling words and shaking hands.
Did she notice that my hands were shaking? Did he?
She hurried away after awhile, I think she realized that I kept glancing at her. I kept giving her looks. Help me, please looks. I was a drowning man at sea, clinging to the light shining above my head, and then she left. Plunged into darkness, I drifted downwards after that. I laughed at my own idiocy, he laughed too.
It was all so funny. I guess, in a cosmic way, it sort of is. It's sort of hilarious. The aching in my chest is an absolute riot. I'd be laughing right now if I didn't feel like breaking into tears.
God, it was awful but I satisfied some morbid curiosity within myself. I liked the brief hope of kissing him. I don't know if I'll ever recover from that. Can I force this front of liking girls forever when it feels so wrong? I'm not sure. It's not the same with girls.
I've had more than enough chances to pursue girls, I've taken none of them. Maybe I should have. Maybe I'll find that I like it somehow.
It's 3:35 A.M. now and I'm wondering what it would have felt like if he'd kissed me back.
At eighteen, he forced himself into a relationship with a girl on the island and it was very strained. It was obvious that there was a lot of distance between the two. He was emotionally and physically distant and she was often left on the sidelines. They dated for about a year before he couldn't seem to take it any longer and broke it off. He never explained his reasoning for breaking up with her but it inspired talk from the locals.
He's avoided dating like the plague ever since and remains in the closet to this day. Recently, he's thrown himself into his collections to occupy himself.
O T H E R
Ezekiel has a bug collection, he keeps the display boxes in his room and it can be a bit creepy if you're just meeting him. Ezekiel has a form of insomnia that's commonly brought on by stress. He'd like to be an entomologist someday. He got his hand scar at the age of seven, thinking that playing sword fights with real knives was a good idea. Evidently, it was not.
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Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!
I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/15/2e/53152ec84419572a4adc10740b42690f.gif" /><br><br>Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!<br><br>I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.</div></div>
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