| Gary Stu? I think not! |
[03 Jun 2009|12:57am] |
Warning: This character was made for HP fandom. If you're not interested, avert your eyes. :D
( Deke Jesse Slayton )
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| [SK] Shade & Darkness |
[15 Apr 2009|11:10am] |
Technology had fallen by the wayside, which left the trouble of lighting such a house as the Court Mansion to the servants. As the night truly began to crawl across the sky, taking away the constantly overcast wane light of day, Shade moved through the house with a lantern. Her shadow whispered at her from the floor, reaching out with the matches she had given it to light the sconces as the pair moved. Occasionally she would mouth words to the companion only she could hear. At times, there were even words she spoke, but without knowing what the shadows said to her, it was hard to make sense of her babble. She had been made uncertain by the actions of the King. Something troubled him. Something troubled the Master of all.
To one who meant about as much as a pebble caught in his shoe, such a thing could be terrifying. Soft steps moved her from the hallway and into the main foyer area of the mansion. There were two staircases and she would eventually have to travel them both to bring the light of fire to the house. Her shadow flickered, moving as the light from her lantern wavered before a breeze. Unthinking, Shade reached up to protect the flame. The grand doors had been opened. In all the silence, it was obvious, not because the doors squealed but simply because their presence moved. The Queen would have oiled them with someone's blood should they ever squeal in her hearing. Not something Shade wished to know anything about.
Reaching out to the shadow of the doors, she forced them closed once again. No verbal admonition was given to the one who left them open. It was not unusual for such behavior to occur. Few if anyone cared for the mansion itself as she did. Though that might simply be because since she had been brought there by the King, she had not truly left it. She left the building itself, but would go no further than the rotted and destroyed gate at the end of the property. Once there had been a formidable fence surrounding the property. Now all that truly remained of the fence was the metal fence. It did not matter, no fence could have withstood the forces currently unleashed upon the world.
Her motions no longer interrupted by the doors and their state of being, she moved once again. Still lighting the candles in their settings along the walls. They would bring light. Why not use the demon light so available? Because Shade would not ask the King for such a thing. Most could see without the light. Those who could not were of the lowest echelon of the house. They did not merit the expenditure of such power even if it was freely available.
Flames lit her hollow eyes changing the green to a color more like burnished brass for a moment. Then the match went out. The curl of smoke moved along her cheek as if in a caress. There was one who caressed her skin so featherlight, but it had been some time (at least to her) since he had seen fit to do so. The doors were opening again and she turned her face toward them, not because she could see the person in question, but because it was an automatic reaction. Why so many entering when darkness was falling?
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| Sinister Kingdom |
[14 Apr 2009|05:32pm] |
The Inferno came. There are many alive who remember the encroachment of the Inferno on the human world and the heroes that rose to bring it to an end. They failed. Darkness fell across the earth. Humans and mutants alike were culled when they tried to stand against the reformation of the world as it spread. At the apex, a red-haired woman stood beside a corpse of a king. They spared few, choosing instead to rebuild the world as they saw fit. The evil brought forth warped even those of good heart, drawing together what is now called the Court. Beneath the Court are the Riders who move like locusts among the population, fear in their wake.
There have been attempts at organized resistance, those that withstand the heat of the Summer Prince find themselves cracking against the frozen demeanor of the Winter Prince, the leaders of the Riders. Yet hope is said to spring eternal. It will certainly return again. The question is: nurture the hope however futile or crush it beneath an iron fist. Chose your side in Sinister Kingdom.
This is a group PSL based in the X-men Universe. Thread tag [sinister kingdom].
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[29 Mar 2009|06:18pm] |
AU based on depictions of characters from A Thin Black Line and I totally blame David for getting me started with a pair of little feline brats.
-Lee
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| Premise - Info Post |
[03 Jan 2009|12:20pm] |
When the backlash came, it was massive and far reaching. The Xavier Schools, both in New York and in Westchester, have both been razed to the ground. Teachers and students who chose to stand their ground were killed or captured only to be killed later as the government incarcerated them as criminals of the state and 'cured' them.
The new 'cure' while it did indeed make the x-gene unusable killed each and every one of its subjects within days. All unknown to the public. Not that the public cares at all what the government is doing. They just want the mutant threat destroyed. In response, the United States closed its borders and keeps to itself in an effort to make certain that no one escaped.
The Brotherhood made the mistake of attempting to stand their ground against the encroachment of the government against their freedoms. As a result, nearly all of them were killed. Magneto remains unaccounted for, but he hasn't reared his head for a while, so it's assumed that he is quite likely dead.
As it stands, being a mutant means your life is in danger. It isn't uncommon for people to disappear. Most of them go to prison then poof no further mention is made of them. This is the world as it stands today.
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Of course there are those who are still squeaking by. Hiding in the gutter. Skulking in the shadows. Accused of being criminal for nothing more than existing. In light of that, a mysterious benefactor has been gathering the accused, helping them to avoid prison for his own ends. What those ends are, no one is completely sure...however, anything has to be better than prison, right?
Things to Know
1. There is a tag for the game that should be put on all threads to keep track of them. [the crew]
2. Applications aren't really required.
3. OOC stuff should be handled through your personal journal or AIM...since I'm not creating a separate comm for this little game.
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| Marry Me Again |
[14 Dec 2008|10:43pm] |
Josh & Lenneth.
He woke up the same as he did every morning. Rolled out of bed and away from the body that had been keeping him company overnight. He looked at her without seeing her, a wealth of blond hair strewn across his pillows. Normally he didn't let them stay the night but she had been an exception. This girl had reminded him of her. The her that he had refused to see for over six months, the she that was the mother of his child, the she that he was married to. Even in his thoughts, he couldn't quite bring himself to say her name. That was a problem. One of the few things that he really needed to consider. He hadn't looked at her in ages. Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, he looked at his eyes in the mirror and tried to make himself not imagine the way that she would sometimes come in and put her chin on his shoulder her body tight up against his. There was something about that which was so perfect.
( Marry Me Again )
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