Post by Jack Wilder on Feb 2, 2008 15:35:17 GMT -5
Name: Casey
Character Name: Jack Wilder
Race: Human
Class: Psionic warrior
Car: 2007 Ford Mustang GT, black with grey decals, slightly modified
Location: Colorado Springs
Other Stuff: In a band, plays a Gibson Les Paul Guitar Center Custom Shop
Gender: Male
Description: Short, tousled amber hair
Ice-blue eyes, glow when powers are used
Weapons: Huge black cleaver (like on Bleach), with several circular slots on the blade, and an enchanted ornate revolver
Role playing sample (first person)
*when I discover I have psionic powers, fifteen years ago*
My fists were clenched. My left hand twitched, like it did whenever I was dangerously close to
violently attacking someone. My jaw was clenched, my eyes were narrowed, and I was focusing on the boy standing before me.
He was taller than me, and bigger. He was, after all, ten, and I was only nine. His eyes were small and beady, and his lower teeth were unusually large. He was currently grinning, but not in a friendly way. This boy was a bully.
"What're you gonna do 'bout it, Jackie?" he asked, hooting with laughter. Randy obviously thought what he said was hilarious. I did not agree.
"I dunno, I'll probably just ignore you. Sooner or later, you're going to do something stupid and end up dead,"I predicted with a lot more venom in my voice than a nine-year-old should probably have. Randy scratched his head, decided it was an insult, and punched me in the face. His posse circled, punching me too, hooting with laughter all the while. I couldn't take it.
My eyes began to glow, faintly at first, and then strengthening to bright ice-blue. Pebbles at my feet quivered, my hair waved, but there was no wind. Randy moved for one more punch, and his hand stopped dead in midair.
I was unstoppable! I raised my hands in the air and yelled with all the force I could muster. The cadre of bullies flew back into the walls. The glow faded. I started to fall, and my eyes closed . . .
. . . and I woke up with a start, rescued from dreams of fifteen years ago.
Character Name: Jack Wilder
Race: Human
Class: Psionic warrior
Car: 2007 Ford Mustang GT, black with grey decals, slightly modified
Location: Colorado Springs
Other Stuff: In a band, plays a Gibson Les Paul Guitar Center Custom Shop
Gender: Male
Description: Short, tousled amber hair
Ice-blue eyes, glow when powers are used
Weapons: Huge black cleaver (like on Bleach), with several circular slots on the blade, and an enchanted ornate revolver
Role playing sample (first person)
*when I discover I have psionic powers, fifteen years ago*
My fists were clenched. My left hand twitched, like it did whenever I was dangerously close to
violently attacking someone. My jaw was clenched, my eyes were narrowed, and I was focusing on the boy standing before me.
He was taller than me, and bigger. He was, after all, ten, and I was only nine. His eyes were small and beady, and his lower teeth were unusually large. He was currently grinning, but not in a friendly way. This boy was a bully.
"What're you gonna do 'bout it, Jackie?" he asked, hooting with laughter. Randy obviously thought what he said was hilarious. I did not agree.
"I dunno, I'll probably just ignore you. Sooner or later, you're going to do something stupid and end up dead,"I predicted with a lot more venom in my voice than a nine-year-old should probably have. Randy scratched his head, decided it was an insult, and punched me in the face. His posse circled, punching me too, hooting with laughter all the while. I couldn't take it.
My eyes began to glow, faintly at first, and then strengthening to bright ice-blue. Pebbles at my feet quivered, my hair waved, but there was no wind. Randy moved for one more punch, and his hand stopped dead in midair.
I was unstoppable! I raised my hands in the air and yelled with all the force I could muster. The cadre of bullies flew back into the walls. The glow faded. I started to fall, and my eyes closed . . .
. . . and I woke up with a start, rescued from dreams of fifteen years ago.