Post by edge on Mar 6, 2011 17:14:03 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
LEGOLASGREENLEAF*
Legolas Greenleaf, born 1001 of the third age, was born into royalty. This father Thranduil had become the ruler of the elves of Mirkwood, a new settlement of Silvan elves. Though, neither Legolas nor his father were Silvan; they were in fact Sindarin in lineage. The Sindarin people were known to be a much more potent strain of Elves, which explains why the Silvan did not oppose this rule. Legolas did not know his mother. Speaking of her was all but forbidden, though he did manage to piece together a few things about her. She is assumed to him of Calaquendi decent, and to be much older than Thranduil. Little else is known.
Legolas spent much of his time henceforth learning the lay of the land and coming to appreciate the beauty of the world, all the while solidifying the borders of Mirkwood. Despite the lack of a mother figure, he had very much going for him. He proved to be a deadly warrior, particularly with a bow thanks to his keen Sindarin senses. Legolas was generally always the light hearted one of any adventuring group; breaking into song nearly any time for little or no reason. His spirits would be damped by only death. Void of fear or second guessing, Legolas considers himself a fine Captain to his father, whom he serves diligently.
Legolas participated in the Battle of Five Armies. It was here that he earned much respect as a warrior among the general masses of his people, and also earned himself his knives, taken from the horde of treasure divied up after the battle had been won.
Despite being barely over two thousand years of age, Legolas is nothing more than a teenager to his kin. This is reflected in many ways. First and foremost, Legolas still revels in competition, and isn't afraid to tease or poke fun at people. A false sense of bravado, if you will. Secondly, compared to most of the well known elves about, Legolas is in fact dwarved in age (no pun intended). Even Arwen outranks him by many centuries. This only adds to his overall cheerful nature, and otherwise indomitable spirit. It also places him in his physical prime, another reflection to his age in terms of Men. The Prince considers himself a dedicated individual. Though he's not fond of a whole lot, what he does come to cherish and respect he is willing to defend with his life without second thought. Proud, powerful, and respectful.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is Edge. i also play Alatar the Cerulean. i happen to be feminine and i've blown out nineteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just pm me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be an Elf and he/she hails from Mirkwood. My final last words are edited by admin!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
The time had come for events to come full circle. Oh yes. Jennifer had no intention of leaving the woman responsible for all her misdeeds and triumphs unthanked! She owed much to this woman. The least she could do was pay tribute to her. Well, that was actually a lie. The least she could do was nothing. But fuck that. This bitch was fun to fuck with. Living proof that intellect is nothing, nothing without the power to put thought into motion. How sad a life it must be to be a Teryn.
First things first, Jennifer needed a means to make things stick. She had no idea of knowing if the Teryn woman was still feeling the side effects of their last happy little discussion, but she knew for certain just dumping some items in their base really wouldn't phase her a whole lot more, if at all. Somehow, this needed to really mean something. But how? Jennifer had spent a whole night atop her Drakken filled refuge of the prison, absent mindedly peering into the night sky in search of answer. Many hours were spent recalling memories that were not her own, until finally, it dawned upon Jennifer. A devious smirk illuminated only by moonlight spread across her pale face, and she was off.
Once again, the Drakken had placed herself in the uncomfortable position among humans. For a second time, horrifying images of Kara Aldridge required processing at the hands of a human photographer. For sheer personal pleasure, she returned to the same one she'd gone to previous - oh how his pulse quickened when he saw he enter the door. Immediately, the short, balding man shook his head and motioned for Jennifer to leave with a grimace. No part of him desired to do her works once more. Fortunately, the hearts of men are easily overcome by many means. See, given the countless murders Jennifer had committed, she'd amassed a somewhat respectable collection of wallets and purses. Having no use for human currency (any other time in her life she desired something, she would simply take it after all), Jennifer had no problem slapping several thousand dollars upon the counter. She could only smile as the mans cringe slowly melted into awe, followed by approval. The defeated man carefully sifted the loose bills into his sweater pocket, and shuffled into the back room.
After carefully sticking the hundred or so pictures of varying sized into her pockets, Jennifer disappeared back into the evening air to accomplish the more difficult portion of the task. Collection. For hours, Jennifer scoured the bustling night life of New York City in search of something she needed to collect. And she was ever so picky about it too. In fact, the collection process took so long that the night was nearly over by the time she'd finished. Jennifer had no choice but to hide in a home she deemed abandoned and wait for dusk of the following day. Which was fine, of course. It gave her all the time to prepare everything she needed.
Footsteps echoed noisily across the stone steps leading up to the clock tower. The very place that her awakening had occurred. Trailing behind Jennifer, a soft thumping noise of something soft bumping up the steps. A burlap sack of enormous size, easily a few times larger than Jennifer, was in her hand. Filled to the its breaking point it was, jagged and unshapely from the nature of its contents. The dark figure paused, just outside the doors at its base. They'd made repairs! Well, she wasn't particularly surprised, it was their base of operations after all. Saddening though, as there was little left to prove that Jennifer had been there once before at all.
That had to change.
Into the sack Jennifer reached. With delicate care she retrieved the first object from its surface, careful not to disturb the decals she's so carefully placed on earlier that day. Once removed from the sack, Jennifer could do little else but stare at her creation. The lifeless body of a Teryn hung before her, though little but smell identified it as Teryn. His face had been cut to ribbons to expose delicate organ and bone beneath. She had been picky to seek out the eldest Teryn she could possible find, thus causing the coven the most damage she could with one kill. Obviously she had no means of knowing how old, or how important, each one was. But with the Teryn more than any other, age granted importance. Phrases of impending doom and mockery of the Teryn kind had been carved and cauterized into the mans flesh.
how does it feel to be powerless
intellect is nothing without power
thank you for everything, KARA ALDRIDGE!
your death is coming, you know that?
pathetic excuses for vampires, each and every one of you
Any inch of space not torn apart by Jennifer to show innards, or covered with vile messages, was covered with blown up images of Kara Aldridge. Shots from weeks prior were nailed (yes, nailed, as in with a hammer) into flesh. Blood had oozed out from the entry point of each nail, staining the image above the wound. Jennifer thought it was a nice (albeit accidental) touch to her pictures. Best yet, Jennifer had gone a step further and completely removed the mans genitalia. Why? Why not. Just made him more of an eyesore to look at. All the more proof that Jennifer had no limits, that nothing was out of bounds.
Jennifer laid the body at the foot of the door, still trying to ensure that her picture did not rip. One after another, Jennifer drew bodies from the sack until twelve bodies - all males - had been strewn across the landing to the tower. Each had suffered the same horrible end as the last, torn apart, stripped, riddled with marks and similar messages, and painted with horrible images of Kara when she underwent similar. Once all twelve were properly positioned, spread eagle and as visible as possible, Jennifer spread her remaining pictures of Kara across the steps like confetti. No doubt many would go scattered in the wind, which ultimately, was fine. They'd serve their degrading purpose anywhere eyes could fall on them. Finally, Jennifer slipped a rolled up note - handwritten - from her pockets. It reeked of the blood used as ink, blood of the last two Teryn she'd slain. Opening the stiff jaw of one of these Teryn, Jennifer secured her rolled up note within the mans mouth.
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Kara Aldridge;It is thanks to you that everything I have done is possible. Your intellect, your memories, your cunning... When backed with the power of a real Vampire, create endless opportunities for sadism. I am forever in your debt. Everything I ever accomplish, it's all because of you. You're my hero, do you know that? I promise, your gift to me will not go unused or belittled. Thank you. Thank you so much.- Jennifer Stone
Wishing she could actually see the look on the dreadful womans face, Jennifer rounded and made haste down the steps, pausing only once to throw a small rock through the glass of the building, triggering the alarm. People. People were her weakness. And People were pathetically easy to manipulate. What a sad weakness of Kara Aldridge.
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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
