| THIS IS ONE BIG "how's my driving?" post | ||||
| This is the collective "how's my driving?" post for the characters that I currently in play in games. Currently it is only one game so it's just these five characters: Sam Flynn (TRON: Legacy), Romanadavoratrelundar ( Doctor Who ), Tsubomi Hanasaki ( Heartcatch Precure ), Belle French ( Once Upon a Time ), and Death ( Supernatural ). If you notice anything off or consider OOC that I do with a particular character, please let me know! I am looking for honest critique, pointers, and advice because I want to write this characters properly. All questions or concerns can be addressed in this post. Anonymous comments have been enabled, comments screened, and IP logging has been de-activated. | ||||
going on from minute to minute
cause the good things are made up of time.
17 November 2012 @ 06:17 pm
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24 September 2012 @ 08:01 pm
This is an open post for muse-testing and the likes so feel free to go at it!
08 July 2012 @ 08:17 pm
| ALICE LIDDEL Alice: Madness Returns |
| SAWYER CAT Cats Don't Dance |
| MINA TEPES Dance in the Vampire Bund |
| ROMANA Doctor Who |
| SIRIUS BLACK Harry Potter |
| RUBEUS HAGRID Harry Potter |
| TSUBOMI HANASAKI HeartCatch Precure |
| MARISA COULTER His Dark Materials |
| GINKO Mushi-shi |
| JACK SKELLINGTON Nightmare Before Christmas |
| BELLE Once Upon A Time |
| ARCHIE HOPPER Once Upon A Time |
| STOCKING ANARCHY Panty & Stocking w/ Garterbelt |
| RICHARD MESSNER Smokin' Aces |
| NANCY CALLAHAN Sin City |
| SAM FLYNN TRON: Legacy |
11 December 2010 @ 05:49 pm
[ At first the island, this place known as Rokkenjima, did not appear to be anything out of the ordinary. A gentle breeze gently brushed loose strands of blond hair across her cheek as Romanadvoratrelundar moved farther and farther away from her Presidential TARDIS, this time the Chameleon Circuit deciding that wardrobe standing in the middle of the outdoors wasn’t suspicious at all.
The heels of her shoes clicked against the path as the woman turned her gaze to look around. While everything she saw appeared to be perfectly normal an uneasy, nagging feeling pestered her. She could feel the distortion of time and space in her bones with every step she took. Romana had come to learning about this when she read it as a footnote in one of the reports provided by a C.I.A. agent under Narvin’s command. Both curiosity and the desire to find a place away from the calamity that was the politics of her home encouraged her to take a short leave of absence to look into the matter. --That, and with a bit of help from Braxiatel, she was able to leave with little notice.
Her high-collared attire kept her warm in the October air. She held her arms behind her back, sleeves hanging low as the train of her coat trailed upon the ground. With her guard up and attention focused, she was quiet as she made her way through the gardens. ]
The heels of her shoes clicked against the path as the woman turned her gaze to look around. While everything she saw appeared to be perfectly normal an uneasy, nagging feeling pestered her. She could feel the distortion of time and space in her bones with every step she took. Romana had come to learning about this when she read it as a footnote in one of the reports provided by a C.I.A. agent under Narvin’s command. Both curiosity and the desire to find a place away from the calamity that was the politics of her home encouraged her to take a short leave of absence to look into the matter. --That, and with a bit of help from Braxiatel, she was able to leave with little notice.
Her high-collared attire kept her warm in the October air. She held her arms behind her back, sleeves hanging low as the train of her coat trailed upon the ground. With her guard up and attention focused, she was quiet as she made her way through the gardens. ]
20 November 2010 @ 10:29 pm
The confines of her chambers were dimly lit by the computer screen that sat before her. With one hand curled around the stem of her wine glass the other was supporting her chin, her eyes were focused on the data displayed before her on the screen. Her expression was a mixture of both curiosity and intrigue as she read.
Bringing the glass the her lips she sipped the stigma as she took in the details. The information about the inspector was well crafted. Authentic. Over the rim of the glass Mina could see the recommendations as well as the history behind this man. Or half-man, to be more precise. Her attention was focused on finding even the tiniest of flaws in the transcript. In fact, the taste of the stigma hardly registered in her mind when she tried to pick apart his listed experience.
"It's hiding in here... I just know it."
So distracted, even, that the Queen did not notice that perhaps she was not as alone as she thought she was.
Bringing the glass the her lips she sipped the stigma as she took in the details. The information about the inspector was well crafted. Authentic. Over the rim of the glass Mina could see the recommendations as well as the history behind this man. Or half-man, to be more precise. Her attention was focused on finding even the tiniest of flaws in the transcript. In fact, the taste of the stigma hardly registered in her mind when she tried to pick apart his listed experience.
"It's hiding in here... I just know it."
So distracted, even, that the Queen did not notice that perhaps she was not as alone as she thought she was.
14 June 2009 @ 05:04 am
With an accomplished smile gracing her lips the Princess and Heir to the throne of Seyruun signed off the final document with a flourish, her signature quite possibly the only pleasing sight upon the dull-looking parchment. With the quill set aside and the rest of the papers gathered together she tapped the bottom of it against the desk to tidy them up a bit prior to setting them aside. Amelia was quite proud of herself to see she had finished everything without so much as one hitch or mistake.
A soft sound not unlike a mewl escaped Amelia when she gave into the stiff-feeling of her joints and stretched her arms over her head. "My goodness! Is it really that time?" She questioned when her eyes caught sight of the time. She had been able to accomplish her morning duties a lot quicker than she had anticipated!
It wasn't until she had allowed her arms to rest on the arms of her chair again did Amelia take the time to lean back in her seat and look out the window. The gentle warmth on the sun shined down on her beloved home, offering comfort and warmth to the people had vowed to protect. The people thrived and lived in the peace she and her father had been so determined to preserve. All in all Seyruun had not changed while she had been away. --At least, if it all had been real.
Out of habit her fingers moved to touch the place of her neck wear she would normally wear her pink collar with the blue gem. When Amelia had awoken in her palace chambers three days previous the first thing she had done was promptly remove the item and close it up within a jewelry box. For ten minutes she had stood there gripping the box and stared upon it, wondering if it had all been real. There were no bruises on her flesh from when it would tighten, choking her until she gave in to the desire to be intimate with another. And when she found her father just hours later in his study he was baffled by her stream few babbling, telling her that she had just left a few hours ago to rest for awhile. And it had been weeks since the final destruction of both the resurrected Red Priest Rezo well as Shabranigdo.
And now in it's place was the string of pearls she favored (they had once belonged to her mother and had since been passed down to her as a gift from her father) and wore whenever she addressed the people and council. The tips of her fingers brushed over the smooth stones as her head dipped down and eyes fluttered shut. Had those weeks on that island really been a bizarre form of a dream? But how could it? The friends she had made there... the faces of so many were still remembered with perfect, vivid detail in her mind.
The kind times, the harsh times-- she could remember it all.
A soft sigh passed through her lips when Amelia recalled one person in particular. Someone she had considered to be a dear friend to her for so many reasons.
"Had it been him?" came the quiet whisper, a sad look in her eyes when she opened them again. "Did Mister Cloud find a way to help me home, like he promised?"
The fighter had been someone she could count when she was there in Atia. Besides Lina, Gourry and Zelgadis, she could think of no other person she could without question and never second guess them or their actions. Half of her face was hidden behind her hand when she leaned forward a bit.
"Mister Cloud... I never had the chance to say good-bye. You did... so much to help me get by when I was so down."
It made her heart ache just knowing that she could never see her friend again. All she could now was hope and pray that he too found his way back to his own world. She could take some comfort in that at least.
-- And faster than you can say ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT-BUFFET followed by Lina and Gourry consuming it all in one sitting, Amelia was suddenly sitting straight up in her chair when the doors to the room burst open and a pair of guards came barging in.
"Princess Amelia! A heavily-armed stranger was just found skulking about the castle grounds!" The first managed between breaths while the second continued to say, "He struck down twenty three of our men before he was successfully captured and locked up in the dungeons!"
At once the familiar glint could be seen in her eyes.
The chair was pushed back instantly as Amelia stood up, a look of pure determination etched upon her features as she marched right over to where the two guards were standing. A thief on the castle grounds? Or was it an assassin sent to kill her or her father? Already a number of possibilities were running rampant through her mind when she made the direct order for the guards to take her down to the dungeons at once.
"I will not allow such a terribly unjust and sneaky thing to pass! I wish to question the prisoner myself!"
"Of course, Your Highness!"
"Right away, Princess!"
A soft sound not unlike a mewl escaped Amelia when she gave into the stiff-feeling of her joints and stretched her arms over her head. "My goodness! Is it really that time?" She questioned when her eyes caught sight of the time. She had been able to accomplish her morning duties a lot quicker than she had anticipated!
It wasn't until she had allowed her arms to rest on the arms of her chair again did Amelia take the time to lean back in her seat and look out the window. The gentle warmth on the sun shined down on her beloved home, offering comfort and warmth to the people had vowed to protect. The people thrived and lived in the peace she and her father had been so determined to preserve. All in all Seyruun had not changed while she had been away. --At least, if it all had been real.
Out of habit her fingers moved to touch the place of her neck wear she would normally wear her pink collar with the blue gem. When Amelia had awoken in her palace chambers three days previous the first thing she had done was promptly remove the item and close it up within a jewelry box. For ten minutes she had stood there gripping the box and stared upon it, wondering if it had all been real. There were no bruises on her flesh from when it would tighten, choking her until she gave in to the desire to be intimate with another. And when she found her father just hours later in his study he was baffled by her stream few babbling, telling her that she had just left a few hours ago to rest for awhile. And it had been weeks since the final destruction of both the resurrected Red Priest Rezo well as Shabranigdo.
And now in it's place was the string of pearls she favored (they had once belonged to her mother and had since been passed down to her as a gift from her father) and wore whenever she addressed the people and council. The tips of her fingers brushed over the smooth stones as her head dipped down and eyes fluttered shut. Had those weeks on that island really been a bizarre form of a dream? But how could it? The friends she had made there... the faces of so many were still remembered with perfect, vivid detail in her mind.
The kind times, the harsh times-- she could remember it all.
A soft sigh passed through her lips when Amelia recalled one person in particular. Someone she had considered to be a dear friend to her for so many reasons.
"Had it been him?" came the quiet whisper, a sad look in her eyes when she opened them again. "Did Mister Cloud find a way to help me home, like he promised?"
The fighter had been someone she could count when she was there in Atia. Besides Lina, Gourry and Zelgadis, she could think of no other person she could without question and never second guess them or their actions. Half of her face was hidden behind her hand when she leaned forward a bit.
"Mister Cloud... I never had the chance to say good-bye. You did... so much to help me get by when I was so down."
It made her heart ache just knowing that she could never see her friend again. All she could now was hope and pray that he too found his way back to his own world. She could take some comfort in that at least.
-- And faster than you can say ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT-BUFFET followed by Lina and Gourry consuming it all in one sitting, Amelia was suddenly sitting straight up in her chair when the doors to the room burst open and a pair of guards came barging in.
"Princess Amelia! A heavily-armed stranger was just found skulking about the castle grounds!" The first managed between breaths while the second continued to say, "He struck down twenty three of our men before he was successfully captured and locked up in the dungeons!"
At once the familiar glint could be seen in her eyes.
The chair was pushed back instantly as Amelia stood up, a look of pure determination etched upon her features as she marched right over to where the two guards were standing. A thief on the castle grounds? Or was it an assassin sent to kill her or her father? Already a number of possibilities were running rampant through her mind when she made the direct order for the guards to take her down to the dungeons at once.
"I will not allow such a terribly unjust and sneaky thing to pass! I wish to question the prisoner myself!"
"Of course, Your Highness!"
"Right away, Princess!"