Post by Kez on Jun 16, 2006 14:02:08 GMT -5
This my intro for an Assassin RP, on a mission:
Jake was cold.
There was no denying it, this wasn't going well. He had been lying on this freezing wet roof for well over 2 hours and there still hadn't been any sign of the subject.
Jake had been trained to call them 'Subjects' so as not to get emotionally involved. Personally, he didn't think it made a difference. He hadn't killed yet, he was only a first-year, but he still felt slightly uncomfortable at the thought.
The walkie-talkie buzzed near his head.
It was the group leader,checking in.
"Delta 1,do you copy?"
'Delta 1' was Jake's code-name.
"Yes sir,over."
"Well? What's your status?"
Jake rolled his brown eyes and sighed as drizzle trickled down the collar of his black leather jacket.
"Same as before sir, waiting. Over"
There was a grating sound as Jake's supervisor sighed.
Jake's hand was going numb. He had been holding this stupid sniper gun for way to long.
His eye hurt too,from squinting through the cross-hair scope at the black tarmac of the parking lot.
(Done)
Ok, this is my intro for Vampire:
Skye shook the jet black hair out of his blue eyes, reprimanding himself quietly.
It had needed cut for far too long now, strands would fall in front of his face at the most critical moments
and god knows he couldn't screw this up again.
Hunger clawed at his abdomen laughing at him, sneering at his weakness.
He clenched his fist and walked on through the empty streets, sticking to the shadows, his dark shirt and jeans keeping him inconspicuous.
Skye cut down a dark alleyway,following the faint music he could hear clearly as a result of his vampire senses.
'Seventh Heaven' a club, perfect feeding ground stuffed full of naive drunk students.
He quickened his pace, heading towards the main street and ignoring the spitting rain now trickling down the pale skin on his exposed neck.
His white fangs, small due to his age but sharp and pointed, rested on his lower lip as if in anticipation.
The hunger inside him clamored for attention but he ignored it, turning a corner out of the alleyway and walking onto
the main street across from the nightclub.
And this is my intro for Gifted boarding school:
Name: Indigo
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Description: Indigo is tall and graceful,with pale skin and jet-black hair.
His eyes are also a deep shade of black as are the large feathered
wings resting on his back,his wing span is well over 15 feet.
He has small white fangs just long enough to rest on his lower lip every so often.
Indigo is wearing black jeans,too big for him, with a belt and black trainers.
Personality: Indigo is quiet and shy,he very rarely talks and spends
most of his time thinking hard.
Despite his quiet demeanor,if anyone he cares about is in danger,
he can and will react very violently.
Indigo was watching the sky. No surprises here, Indigo was alway either in the sky or gazing up at it.
He watched as a flock of birds flew over- head and had a sudden urge to join them.
he bent his knees slightly and took off,soaring up wards as fast as he could.
He flew alongside them for a while,the wind blowing through his hair, happy for the first time in ages.
Indigo looked down on the school grounds,the large expanse of lush grass with students strolling along small winding paths.
He could even make out Mark, the school clown, throwing balls of snow at a group of giggling girls.
This wouldn't be too out-of-the-ordinary if it wasn't mid-summer and Mark wasn't levitating two feet off the ground.
Done
Feel free to flame.
Jake was cold.
There was no denying it, this wasn't going well. He had been lying on this freezing wet roof for well over 2 hours and there still hadn't been any sign of the subject.
Jake had been trained to call them 'Subjects' so as not to get emotionally involved. Personally, he didn't think it made a difference. He hadn't killed yet, he was only a first-year, but he still felt slightly uncomfortable at the thought.
The walkie-talkie buzzed near his head.
It was the group leader,checking in.
"Delta 1,do you copy?"
'Delta 1' was Jake's code-name.
"Yes sir,over."
"Well? What's your status?"
Jake rolled his brown eyes and sighed as drizzle trickled down the collar of his black leather jacket.
"Same as before sir, waiting. Over"
There was a grating sound as Jake's supervisor sighed.
Jake's hand was going numb. He had been holding this stupid sniper gun for way to long.
His eye hurt too,from squinting through the cross-hair scope at the black tarmac of the parking lot.
(Done)
Ok, this is my intro for Vampire:
Skye shook the jet black hair out of his blue eyes, reprimanding himself quietly.
It had needed cut for far too long now, strands would fall in front of his face at the most critical moments
and god knows he couldn't screw this up again.
Hunger clawed at his abdomen laughing at him, sneering at his weakness.
He clenched his fist and walked on through the empty streets, sticking to the shadows, his dark shirt and jeans keeping him inconspicuous.
Skye cut down a dark alleyway,following the faint music he could hear clearly as a result of his vampire senses.
'Seventh Heaven' a club, perfect feeding ground stuffed full of naive drunk students.
He quickened his pace, heading towards the main street and ignoring the spitting rain now trickling down the pale skin on his exposed neck.
His white fangs, small due to his age but sharp and pointed, rested on his lower lip as if in anticipation.
The hunger inside him clamored for attention but he ignored it, turning a corner out of the alleyway and walking onto
the main street across from the nightclub.
And this is my intro for Gifted boarding school:
Name: Indigo
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Description: Indigo is tall and graceful,with pale skin and jet-black hair.
His eyes are also a deep shade of black as are the large feathered
wings resting on his back,his wing span is well over 15 feet.
He has small white fangs just long enough to rest on his lower lip every so often.
Indigo is wearing black jeans,too big for him, with a belt and black trainers.
Personality: Indigo is quiet and shy,he very rarely talks and spends
most of his time thinking hard.
Despite his quiet demeanor,if anyone he cares about is in danger,
he can and will react very violently.
Indigo was watching the sky. No surprises here, Indigo was alway either in the sky or gazing up at it.
He watched as a flock of birds flew over- head and had a sudden urge to join them.
he bent his knees slightly and took off,soaring up wards as fast as he could.
He flew alongside them for a while,the wind blowing through his hair, happy for the first time in ages.
Indigo looked down on the school grounds,the large expanse of lush grass with students strolling along small winding paths.
He could even make out Mark, the school clown, throwing balls of snow at a group of giggling girls.
This wouldn't be too out-of-the-ordinary if it wasn't mid-summer and Mark wasn't levitating two feet off the ground.
Done
Feel free to flame.