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Reagan
"Fine..." I said reluctantly, letting my still sparking hand fall. |
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Reagan
I nodded. "So what's up?" I asked, killing the lightning on my hands. |
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(Yeppers, I'll advertise on my RP's)
(Got a big one, Angels vs Demons(525!), and others) |
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Name: Ezekiel
Nickname: (Optional)
A.ge: 14
Gender: male
Appearance: He wears a simple white robe with black lining he has long spikey black hair and two different colored eyes one deep green and the other red and orange
Way you banish ghosts (Ex, strong light, energy spheres?) his eye seals the souls of ghosts into his sword
Personality: Very gloomy but never resisting to make a smart remark
Items: a pure white katana
Bio: TBR
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Name: Ike {Ikeléan} Vawn
Nickname: None.
A.ge: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown hair, it shines golden in the sunlight, but black as night in the darkness. Brown, deep brown eyes. Brown trousers, Tunic overtop to cover suspenders connected to trousers. Usually barefoot, or wearing leather Mocosins. A Birthmark on his left palm, which makes out a "#" sign. Also, a three point, raggedy old leather hat.
Way you banish ghosts : Energy orbs. Ike cannot create any orbs when he is tired, or beaten to a pulp. Unless he has the will to save someone, or himself, he cannot create it.
Personality: Humorous, Playful, and Loyal. He also tries to be nice to anyone he meets at first, so they don't end up stabbing him in the back like certain people do. It would be easier if people weren't such greedy people.
Items: A steel bracelet, with his real name, "Ikeléan" Inscripted in it.
Bio: Few people are aware of his real name, or his last for that matter. He tries to be friends with everyone, though there are always the people who don't like him just for it. Though he encourages people to not like him, it helps him find out who is, or would be a good friend, and who wouldn't. He is somewhat shy, and lonely. |
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(....Naru has a 'big one' x3) |
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(Sorry...I just can't help it. >_< xD) |
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Ike
I run down one of the roads within the rural village, kicking a tiny tin can. |
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Reagan
I nodded and walked slowly to the entrance of the village, watching children play in the streets and mothers cook supper. I shivered and kept walking. |
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(Does it still snow in the summer?)
(And what season is it?)
Reagan
I nodded to the gaurds as I walked out and took a left, walking along the wall. |
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Reagan
I shivered as snow brushed across my cheek and walked faster, keeping a watchful eye out. |
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Reagan
I stumbled and caught myself. Almost there.... |
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Ike
I find comfort in playing with a stray dog, as I sit on a rock off of the lonely road.
(Are they all in the same village?) |
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Reagan
I finally reached my tiny hut, buried halfway in the snow. I cleared it off and crawled inside the tight space, lighting my latern in an attempt to warm the small space. This, was home, for my other was gone. |
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Ike
"Got a name?" I ask, petting behind his furry ear. He looked like a rug. |
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