Syndromonium "Ail" Sorrel
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(Please disregard my first post. I’m re-posting it with my new character in mind. ^^ I basically switched “he” with “she”)
Fear coursed through the young soldiers veins and flowed into her heart, causing it to contract violently and pulse in her very ears. Never lowering her M16A2, the mercenary panned her pale, ice eyes from left to right, seeking signs of the comet the group was ordered to investigate. With a frown, she drops her guard as nothing turns up and begins to return to the group. As she steps back, a sudden, pungent odor lingers about the dark area as her gaze falls to a mangled, disturbing toy in place of their predicted location of the comet. She kneels slowly, eyes latching onto the teddy bear, analyzing every one of its repulsive features. It seemed, misplaced. Low grunts emit from the shadows as a distorted figure limps toward the soldier. She springs upward and aims her assault rifle in a panic-
“Freeze! I said freeze!”
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Never once letting his pale eyes leave the humanoid creature, he merely turned his head slightly in response to her. Sapphire seemed to be a fitting name for her due to her appearance. He thought this over quietly before coolly parting his thin lips, “Your name suites you. Heh, call me Albion.” He couldn’t help but smile a bit. It had been ages since he had a normal, pleasant interaction with another person. He stiffened his legs and firmly planted them upon the filthy floor as her grip on the fabric of his pant-leg grew a bit stronger. His posture remained the same, tense and dominant, since the strange creature had burst through. The more he examined the humanoid’s stature and voice’s tone, the more relaxed he became. Perhaps his intentions were good after all. After a few moments of silence, Albion spoke out, his voice now drenched in curiosity. “You there,” A wiry arm rose up, quickly followed by a slender finger pointing directly at the creature, “Our living conditions are indeed poor..and perhaps you mean well, but how can we trust you?” Although he was enticed by the wooden crate’s contents, Albion decided to approach the situation cautiously. (No problem, it’s cool. Sorry, this was a bit rushed.)
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Medieval, modern, lycans are always interesting, no matter the setting in my opinion. I’ll support any setting as long as the role play is fresh. ^^
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It wasn’t horrible. :/
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(Hope this is good. Had to do some thinking. ^^)
In a panic, Albion sat up in shock, splintered wood from the forced hole slightly littering his body in the process. Due to his sudden reaction, an agonizing burst of pain shot across his core, forcing him to yelp pitifully. Now embarrassed, he glanced at the two quickly, his dark hair occasionally blocking his view. He somehow managed to collect himself with a brief shrug, as if it never happened. “Heh, it startled me…”. Still sitting upon the filthy floor, he lifted his pale eyes to the gaping hole and listened to the unknown voice leaking from it, attempting to interpret its intentions. Obviously by the voice, his tone and offer sounded as if he was willing to help. But what if it was a trap? As he continued staring at the hole, mixed feelings and thoughts clouded his judgment and sent him a cautious state. His eyes dropped from the hole and fell upon the cobalt-drenched girl. He was certain the odd fellow muttering ‘bloody prince’ could take care of himself, but he wasn’t certain of her abilities. Despite the pain and his usual cool composure, he lifted his wiry body from the filthy floor and bolted frantically toward her, only to stop perhaps a foot away. If this happened to be a trick, he was certain to let himself fall before her. Uneasily, he stood near the young girl and latched his eyes back onto the hole. “I find your actions unusual, for I’ve gone without such generosity for quite some time..is there a catch? This had better not be some trickery, or you will regret it dearly.” His voice was harsh and frigid, a somewhat violent tone. He had lived in risk nearly his whole life, but taking risks, as of recent, was no longer appealing to him knowing that death was clearly possible. Albion merely stood in silence near the young girl, waiting for a response.
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Watching the odd man rant about wildly made Albion uneasy as he continued to slouch against the wall. He simply gave a small nod before leaning his head back onto the rotten wood in exhaustion. A muffled grunt escaped his thin lips as he focused his pale gaze upon the young girl. It amazed him that she was drenched in such a vibrant blue from head to toe. Perhaps she enjoyed the color. He chuckled quietly to himself as he studied his own dull, dark attire. He was covered in pure black, except a faded shirt beneath his torn jacket. Tearing his attention away from his clothing, he gave a weak, reassuring smile to the girl. He wanted to clutch his side desperately for comfort, but reluctantly pulled his arms away from his abdomen in an attempt to look casual. His weak smile soon faded as a solemn expression grasped his face. He never once lifted his head from the wall, but merely rolled it to the side to stare blankly at a corner located beside him in the foul room. Albion was never fond of attention and wanted to just disappear from everyone’s sight and mind. He closed his eyes and listened to the strange noises coming from another room, hoping to take his mind off of the discomfort crowding him.
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Several ideas coursed throughout his mind as the two of them ranted on about the rooms flaws and weak spots. His ideas were frayed and far from a perfect plan, but his mind continued to race. “Perhaps we could escape..” He managed to mumble lowly to himself as he rose from the filthy floor. Without hesitation, he glided his hands across the wall behind him, seeking any weak spot possible. An occasional low ‘knock’ bounced off the wall as his knuckles pounded gently against it. He wasn’t exactly sure what forced him to do this, but he continued anyway. Perhaps it was fear, or even the common instinct to survive. After a few moments, he pulled away the wall and slumped down once more. He clutched his side briefly as a short burst of pain flooded his abdomen. His pale eyes dropped to a thin gash upon his filthy shirt. The pale flesh beneath was crusted with blood. Trying to disguise his discomfort, he glanced quickly at the two before finally staring at the girl. From what he could tell, she appeared troubled, and even though his sanity seemed to be slipping away slowly, his compassion failed to die with it. “Are you alright? Look, I realize we all need to survive, obviously, but going on like this forever will get us no where..We need a to put all of our minds together and come up with some sort of plan.” Maybe it was the panic, or maybe he was simply delirious, but whatever the cause was, he felt a strong will survive, with them or alone.
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As her words echoed in his mind, Albion frowned weakly and sighed. Perhaps she was right about no escape. It seemed hopeless sure enough, but a small spark of hope still burned inside of him somewhere. He let his thin body fall back down and slumped heavily against the rotting wall once more, unable to tame his mind. Normally, he was quiet and calm, but being trapped with a slim chance of survival put him in a small state of panic. In an attempt to keep himself appear collected, he casually lifted a hand and ran his slender fingers through his dark, silky hair. His pale eyes soon locked onto girl in interest. Despite being contained for so long, she managed to hold herself together. He envied her sanity for a moment and opened his mouth again to speak. “If there is no escape, then are you saying we should just, give up?” His own words caused a small shiver to creep up his spine as they slid between his lips. Having always been a fighter, the mere thought of giving up made him sick to his stomach. He continued staring at her, occasionally blinking. It was obvious her calm stature puzzled him greatly. He sat motionless, still leaning against the rotting wood, studying her intently.
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Despite the singing and complaining emitting from the two strangers, Albion merely rolled his pale eyes and leaned his spine against the rotting wall, creating a subtle ‘creak’ as he collided gently with the wood. His mind became a merciless tempest of thoughts as he attempted to find a reason for his imprisonment. Perhaps he was being punished for every crime he’d ever committed? There seemed to be an endless list.. A weak sigh slips between his thin, chapped lips as he sits emotionless and not seeming to care. After a few more moments of nothing but silence from him, he speaks, his voice cold and quiet-“Out of the whole world’s population, I’m placed with these strangers..?”-His voice trails off suddenly as he inhales sharply, investigating the room’s stench of decay and rotting features once more. Disgusted, he stands to stretch his wiry body and reluctantly speaks once more as his gaze latches onto the man-“And perhaps you should halt your own voice, unless you have a plan.”-It was somewhat unintended and rolled off of his tongue in an unwanted, harsh tone, but he kept his mouth shut afterward and merely continued staring at the man-(Is that good? I wasn’t sure when or how to enter :[ )
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Very well. You know, I may chose something humanoid, but not quite human. I’ll work on this.
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So, I watched some of Hetalia…and I freaking love “Germany” so far. The show’s pretty cool.
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Erm? O.o Beats me, I was watching Death Note, again xP
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I draw too, and pretty cool. Good taste in games. ^^ And nice goals as well! I want my art to get out there too >:3
And I thought you were saying you were that other guy on the site. >.> -
e.e …just, wow.