Post by Boq Dexters on Jul 19, 2009 11:45:58 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is Boq Trey Dexters the first to die?[/b]
"Green beans, the magical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot."
` if i kiss you where it's sore[/b][/size][/center]
, age . 18
, rp experience . Idk... four years?
, how you found us . Ad on another rp site
, contacts . PM[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames . B.D.
, age . 21
, date of birth . unknown
, category . Forgotten
, canon Yes
, face claim . Ryan Ross[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight . 150 lbs
, tattoos&piercings . none
, distinguishing features . his slim frame
, physical flaws . his scruffy "near-beard"
, personal style . relaxed, yet it has a rocker feel to it
, general descriptionOf all the fish in the sea, Boq is not the most attractive (as if he cares). He's always sporting a scruffy chin and crazy hair. He has round cheeks that give him a boyish youthful appearance, but the bags under his brown eyes tell a different story. In the real world, he's the kind of guy that you'd cross the street to avoid. He just doesn't look stable.
When it comes to fashion, Boq is into the whole comfortable scene. You'll mainly catch him wearing blazers, dark colored slacks, and dress shoes. He has no tattoos or piercings, but he does have a large cut in the palm of his hand. He covers it by keeping it wrapped in a white clothe.[/size][/ul]
`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center]- the sound of his own voice
- a cold breeze
- telling stories
- a warm fire
- time to himself
, dislikes .
- running
- being touched
- loud noises
- the color pink
- confined spaces
, strengths .
- confident
- witty
- entertaining (depending on how you look at his actions)
- at ease (relaxed)
- smooth
, weaknesses .
- doesn't like to work with others
- easily taken off track
- doesn't care about much
- seclusive
- confused
, goals . He wants to figure out whats going on and he feels that he has some sort of higher calling. Boq just wants to figure out just what it is.
, fears . He's afriad of finding out "what comes next". Where does he go after this?
, secrets . When he finds out I'll let you know.
, personality Boq is a man that likes to keep to himself. His cause of death is unknown at the moment, but I can tell you that he was near invisible during his time on Earth. He doesn't remember much about his past, but the comfort in being invisible seemed to have stuck with him. Though he'll speak to another person, he will often cloud the true meaning to his words. It's still not certain if he is insane or if he just tries to appear that way so that he can be alone.
Everything he says comes out of his mouth in the essence of confidence, he rarely smiles (when he should), so it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious. This also gives him an aura of mystery and wisdom. It seems like he knows a few more things about the beyond than he lets on. In essence, Boq is an enigmatic character and the question on everyone's mind is, "Is he a genius or just plain crazy?" [/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death . unknown
, cause of death . he represses the memory
, family . unknown
, history He doesn't remember anything about Earth. Nothing. As far as he's concerned, he may as well been born in the Beyond, and some people actually believe that he was. There have been rumors that Boq is some kind of God. The people talk about his miraculous visions (he always has a story to tell after he's had a seizer) and they believe him to be something supernatural, something beyond the nature of the normal dead. Whenever he's not stumbling around muttering nonsense, he keeps to himself, as if he's hiding something...
Since, it is nearly impossible to write a history for a man that doesn't exactly have one. At best, one can only describe a brief summary of whatever his life after death should be called. First of all, Boq has no "official" place of residence. Instead, he finds shelter were he can. Since he doesn't remember his past home, it makes sense that he wouldn't seek one out now either. You might find him sleeping on the side of the road, or one of the many beaches along the See. And though others find him odd, he is content with his strange life-style.
If one were to ask him when he died he wouldn't be able to tell them. Somewhere down the line he lost track of time and is unaware of how long he has been in the Beyond. Though he is twenty-one years old, he wonders how long he has been stuck at that age, or if he isn't stuck at all. Sometimes he wonders if he even exists. Boq is just one of those people that you should stay away from. He's just not right in the head.
It's hard to determine what group Boq should actually reside in. One could say that he belongs with the Discoveries because there has been much that he has learned in his post-life. There are things that he has seen in the beyond that he is sure only he himself has ever discovered. One could say that he is a Wanderer because he lives out most of his life in confusion. Though it would seem that Boq has uncovered many mysteries, there are still multitudes of questions that lie in his mind that have yet to be answered. And though he has many reasons to be fitted into any of these three groups, his home will always be with the Forgotten, because it is nearly impossible to write a history for a man that doesn't that doesn't exactly have one. [/size]
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` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title . The Voice Inside
, certificate of authenticity . we're here to tell you, "There's such a thing as ghosts."
, rp sample .
Her crimson leather boots clacked down the hallway with urgency, yet she moved in a smooth and graceful manner. There was a crisp white envelope in her hands. She looked from door to door unsure of her exact destination. It seemed to be an endless hallway of rooms, but finally her eyes set on a metal door to the right. It was rusted with age and there was a miniscule peep hole in the middle. The woman planted her right eye in front of the lense. The room was red. The color of blood. Unconsciously, the woman moved her auburn hair out of her face and strained her eyes to glance at the rest of the area. There wasn't much to see. Two women dressed in the same attire as herself, and a man occupied the room. She continued to watch, waiting to see what would happen. One of the two women, a blonde, walked over toward the man, they held up somewhat of a conversation and then the angered woman responded with an abrupt slap to his face. Her eyes widened with excitement and pleasure as she continued peeking through the hole. The man was struggling within his chains and the dark liquid that dripped from his mouth made her blood pump all the quicker. She tightened her grip on the door's handle, but fought the urge to enter. There was still more to see.
The blonde began speaking once more. It was obvious that the victim was in too much pain to comprehend everything that she said, but he shook his head in defiance. The woman brought out her rod and struck him in the chest. He writhed in agony, but the woman pressed the rod to his chest, harder now, increasing in pressure as his screams grew louder.
Due to the thick walls his cries were inaudible. He would not be saved, and it appeared that he understood that now. This time, it seemed that he would co-operate and the blonde seemed satisfied, so she walked over to the wooden chair in the corner and spoke to the other Mord-Sith standing in the room with her. As the other woman began to walk over toward the man, Ryn turned the handle, she had seen enough.
A stench so heavy that it was almost tangible escaped through the crack of the door. It smelled of death.
"I've a message." She announced apparently unmoved by the odor. It was obvious that she had known what to expect. It seemed that she had grown accustomed to the scent. Ryn held up the crisp white envelope in her crimson leather covered hands and addressed the blonde more so than anyone else in the room because it appeared that she had the most authority. When the woman didn't answer her, she broke the crimson seal herself and began to read the letter.
Daughters, The man you hold captive knows nothing of the Confessor. The information he holds is false. In order to find the one that you seek you must travel through the mountains into the Midlands. Once there you will meet a...
Ryn's voice trialed off into a small whisper and then to silence. She was looking at the man bound in chains, and he was looking back up at her with squinted eyes so as not to let the dripping blood fall in. Depsite the information held within the letter, she still didn't trust the man and would rather have him dead before she continued on with the message It was much too valuable to be read off in front of a likely conpirator. If she was going to finish the letter they would have to finish the man off first.
"Ladies." She said following the brief pause, "I will continue informing you on the details after your business is done here." Assuming that they knew what she meant, she turned on her heels and briskly, yet nimbly exited the room.
The blonde began speaking once more. It was obvious that the victim was in too much pain to comprehend everything that she said, but he shook his head in defiance. The woman brought out her rod and struck him in the chest. He writhed in agony, but the woman pressed the rod to his chest, harder now, increasing in pressure as his screams grew louder.
Due to the thick walls his cries were inaudible. He would not be saved, and it appeared that he understood that now. This time, it seemed that he would co-operate and the blonde seemed satisfied, so she walked over to the wooden chair in the corner and spoke to the other Mord-Sith standing in the room with her. As the other woman began to walk over toward the man, Ryn turned the handle, she had seen enough.
A stench so heavy that it was almost tangible escaped through the crack of the door. It smelled of death.
"I've a message." She announced apparently unmoved by the odor. It was obvious that she had known what to expect. It seemed that she had grown accustomed to the scent. Ryn held up the crisp white envelope in her crimson leather covered hands and addressed the blonde more so than anyone else in the room because it appeared that she had the most authority. When the woman didn't answer her, she broke the crimson seal herself and began to read the letter.
Daughters, The man you hold captive knows nothing of the Confessor. The information he holds is false. In order to find the one that you seek you must travel through the mountains into the Midlands. Once there you will meet a...
Ryn's voice trialed off into a small whisper and then to silence. She was looking at the man bound in chains, and he was looking back up at her with squinted eyes so as not to let the dripping blood fall in. Depsite the information held within the letter, she still didn't trust the man and would rather have him dead before she continued on with the message It was much too valuable to be read off in front of a likely conpirator. If she was going to finish the letter they would have to finish the man off first.
"Ladies." She said following the brief pause, "I will continue informing you on the details after your business is done here." Assuming that they knew what she meant, she turned on her heels and briskly, yet nimbly exited the room.
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Just to let you know, Maura made this template, not you. If you just happen to steal it, and be warned, that she will come to your house and devour your intestines.
The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
[/size]The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
