Post by Danny Kelly on Apr 1, 2006 15:05:16 GMT -5
Character Name: Danny Kelly
Age:(No less than 15) 17
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 60 kg
Group: Knights (Leader)
Powers:(remember you are NOT GOD) None
Weakness:(Everyone has one) Not the best co-ordination at times
Race: Full Human
Weapon: Long Bow, Regular Spell Sword
Age:(No less than 15) 17
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 60 kg
Group: Knights (Leader)
Powers:(remember you are NOT GOD) None
Weakness:(Everyone has one) Not the best co-ordination at times
Race: Full Human
Weapon: Long Bow, Regular Spell Sword
Rp Sample:(At least one paragraph) A tall figure passed through wreckage and rubble. Anguished screams filled the air, along with sizzling timber. Through the house Danny walked on, his eyes squinted and a wet cloth over his mouth. Tears stung his eyes as smoke wafted around. Flames were all around him, relentless, merciless scarlet, orange and gold flames, licking and biting anything within reached.
The smoke was over powering, but the boy kept going. Only a door separated him from his helpless family inside. He wanted to scream, scream until his lungs burst but he couldn't. Throwing himself at the door, it was ripped from his hinges against the force. Though it was too late, the dying bodies of his family were strewn in the corner of the room. He was late, too late. Now there was nothing left. The house, his family and confidence, all destroyed with one single match struck by a mysterious hand.
As soon as he saw the bodies, Danny knew he had nothing but himself, and he wouldn't give that up like he had the other things. The only thing that kept him going was his forceful spirit, pressing him onwards and out the door, where he was met by the feeling of remorse, loss and victory at the same time.
He had managed to save himself, but had lost his family and every possesion he owned. "No..." He gasped, feeling tears trickle down his face and drop onto the ground. Then consciousness slipped from his grasp and he was thrown into darkness, forever plummeting in loss
The smoke was over powering, but the boy kept going. Only a door separated him from his helpless family inside. He wanted to scream, scream until his lungs burst but he couldn't. Throwing himself at the door, it was ripped from his hinges against the force. Though it was too late, the dying bodies of his family were strewn in the corner of the room. He was late, too late. Now there was nothing left. The house, his family and confidence, all destroyed with one single match struck by a mysterious hand.
As soon as he saw the bodies, Danny knew he had nothing but himself, and he wouldn't give that up like he had the other things. The only thing that kept him going was his forceful spirit, pressing him onwards and out the door, where he was met by the feeling of remorse, loss and victory at the same time.
He had managed to save himself, but had lost his family and every possesion he owned. "No..." He gasped, feeling tears trickle down his face and drop onto the ground. Then consciousness slipped from his grasp and he was thrown into darkness, forever plummeting in loss