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Human name: Roan Bass
True name: Razen Lezillia
Age: 3291 (32 in human years)
Gender: M
Human appearance: Grey hair, spiked up at the front. Sunglasses hide deep grey eyes. Black trench coat. Pinstripe pants.
Human weapons: None
Dragon appearance: http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/TRND/FP9007.jpg
Dragon breath power (fire, water, etc.): Lightning (Eilwood keeps forgetting thid :S)
Personality: Quiet, reserved, secretive.
Likes: Guns, electricity, some humans
Dislikes: Stupid uneducated opinions
Bio: A former FBI agent for the himans. When the Draconics were discovered, he resigned, fearing he would end up apprehending one of his own.
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BEGIN! And, may I remind you, story roleplaying only. THANK YOU. |
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((Wait! WHAT COUNTRY/STATE ARE WE IN?)) |
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(A city in America, with a forest nearby. It doen't really matter.) |
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((Atlanta, has lots of forests and a big city :3)) |
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(I'm thinking we start in the morning, AMIRIGHT?)
I walked downstairs and headed toward my kitchen, which was connected to my living room like most houses. |
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Bass was lying in bed, sleeping. He woke with a start. He had dreamed about many random things. A cty of gold, mountains, large AA guns... He couldn't remember it all. |
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Markus ignored the hand guesture his father had just made to a pedestrian who had walked out in front of them. He was too busy relaxing in the comfort of his iPod. "Sing till you're heart hurts, then sing some more..." He mouthed, they had just come out of the city and were aproaching the patch of forest outside of it. They had been driving for only a few hours, but the sun was already coming up. He had no idea why his father would want to leave in the middle of the night, but he didn't really care. |
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(So I am correct. :D)
I made myself breakfast. I dident really make breakfast, I just got out the banana pudding I had made last night. I put some of it into a bowl, re syran-wrapped it and ate. |
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"Hey Michael!" yelled a voice. He was Rook, a friend of Michael's. Well you could say ex-friend. Ever since he became a hunter, Michael kept his distance away from him.
"Uh, hey Rook!" he said, trying to put up a smile. |
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KyundiJoin Date: 2008-04-04
Post Count: 28767 |
Name: Dave Wallow
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Police Cap, Silver Police Badge, Stubble, Pale Skin.
Weapons: M9 Pistol
Personality: Fun, Swift, Quiet
Likes: Silence.
Dislikes: Loudness.
Bio: A young police Sargeant.
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((Curses, now I'm probably going to end up having an adventure with a namesake...)) |
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I finished my banana pudding, put the bowl and spoon in the sink and went over to my couch and turned on the T.V. More stuff about these 'dragon humans'. |
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Markus could hear his father curse through the noise of his iPod. He opened is eyes a little, they had come across a tree in the road. They were already deep in the forest, had Markus been asleep? |
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Bass donned his 'trademark' appearance: Sunglasses, black trench coat, and pinstripe pants. Well, that's how he liked to regard it. He stepped out of the door and headed towards the cafe for breakfast. |
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I nervously walk away from Rook's eye. He was still watching me, his smile wavering. "So..." I mutter. |
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I sit in my squad car, Parked outside the local coffee shop, waiting for my colleague to come back |
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Markus kept his MP3 player on, his dad had gotten out of the car, and was rubbing his head while staring at the tree. |
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I yawned, and started flipping through the channles. All the news was about dragon-humans or something going on somewhere thousends of miles away, which wasent important. I put on my clothes, a labcoat, a white shirt under that, and grey pants and walked outside. |
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Bass caught sight of two people talking. They didn't seem to be very good friends, as one was trying not to look into the eyes of the other. Bass realised the evasive one was a Draconic. He approached apprehensively. |
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My colleague returns, she hands me a coffee "Thanks..." I say, sipping my coffee |
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I hurried away and went into a cafe and ordered breakfast. |
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"Hold on..." I put away my coffee I put my cap on. I walk into the coffee shop to buy a sandwhich |
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Bass followed the other Draconic into the cafe. He sat down at a table and ordered a coffee. He saw a police officer outside in a squad car, who had obviously ordered coffee too.
[GTG D:] |
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I went to the cafe and bought some coffee. I began to sip it. |
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