Post by Noah Ryan on Mar 14, 2008 13:04:09 GMT -5
Name: Noah Vladlena Ryan
Gender: Male
Age:
Job Description: Physical Discription:
Gender: Male
Age:
17Job: Student
Job Description: Physical Discription:
Physical Discription: Personality:
Daily Apparel Consists of button up shirts, ties, tight pants, and GREEN converse sneakers. Has two different colored eyes. The right one is blue and the left one is green. <3
Noah is kind and quiet. He has a passion deeply rooted in writing, and isn't afraid to use it. He almost always has a soft smile across his lips, and is first to raise his hand in class, (always with the correct answer of course). He has a strange interest in Shakespeare, particularly the innuendos every other line. Noah is mysterious, soft spoken, but very strong willed, and ready to defend the innocent with fists if need be (he may be quiet, but he certainly isn't a push over.)Character's History:
No one really knows where Noah came from, he just showed up one fine day a smiley 12 year old, on the doorstep of Talbot's. As he grew older, his quiet love for literature and younger boys grew with him.Post Sample:
How radiant and warm the night was! Ezekiel smiled, walking lazily through the opening in the black steel gate. What pity the sun must have for the darkness and all of it's monstrous creatures to provide such heat! Not that it mattered to him though. He could feel no change in temperature. Of course the wind would blow the air into his pores and give him the illusion of feeling such pleasures, but he could sadly, never again call them his own. It was going to be a wonderful night. Ezekiel could feel it in his very soul. 'But how' he wondered, 'could a night without my beloved be wonderful?'Pop Quiz Question:
No longer worrying about it, Ezekiel decided to just let it come to him. Whatever it was. He sat nonchalantly, on rough concrete, as close to the foxes as possible. He was determined to uncover the reason Anya held them so dear, before she returned to him. "Hn." Ezekiel muttered out loud. It had been Anya who left this time. Perhaps she got the same enjoyment out of watching him miss her as he did watching her miss him. He mused upon it, remembering all of the times he would let the wind carry his whispers to her ear, but he would remain hidden just to watch her shudder with high expectations.
Hours seemed to have passed before Ezekiel sighed his "wishful thinking" away. He began to quote poetry out loud, for the clouds, the trees, but most of all, the foxes. He was wiggling with anticipation then drumming the concrete with his fingernails, curious to learn the significance of his feeling and the sudden chill in the air. A tender smirk crossed his lips as he felt the climax begin to unfold, "Any time now." He whispered, shutting his bright eyes, allowing himself to fall victim to the wondrous sounds of the world.
[LEAKY PICKLE JUICE!!!!!]