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deis-rp-memes · 7 years

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Tales of Symphonia Sentence Starters

(Long. Sentences under the cut.)

“Justice and love will always win.”

“ Uuuuugh, I HATE that saying... ”

“Blame your fate.”

“That’s that.”

“Man I rule! I’m so cool!”

“Give me your name and I’ll give you mine.”

“That’s the weakness of your heart!”

“ What an abnormal sized specimen!”

“Arrrgh, stupid, stupid ______!”

“ Maybe he's looking for a four-leaf clover!"

“Why can't you accept the ideal world I have envisioned...”

“People need not introduce themselves to a dog.”

“Hey, _____? If you abandon me here, I swear I'll come back to haunt youuu.”

“I had a sudden violent urge to abandon you...”

“For some reason, I don't think that's what you were focusing on.”

“So this is how money is used...”

“It doesn’t sound like a joke when you say it!”

“...and just who the hell are you?”

“Hahaha! You certainly have guts! But I'm afraid I don't see the need to introduce myself to a miserable little creature like you.”

“What a coincidence. 'Cause I don't see a need to introduce myself either to a moron who doesn't realize how pathetic he is.”

“ Why you little—“

"Violent demonic banshee".

"...I don't think you'd want to eat one."

"Men are so useless these days."

"They've ruined my handsome face!"

"Not the face!"

“Hehe! You're turning re-ed!”

"Um...Um...DIE!"

“I'd want a year's worth of Sichuan tofu curry! And maybe a wooden sword set.”

“Am I really this ugly?”

“Bah, studying is for chumps.“

“ Regardless of who your real father is, you’re still you. Nothing’s changed. You just have two fathers. Just think of yourself as being lucky for having more than most people do. “

“What will you accomplish by dying? Nothing! There is no meaning in dying!“

“No matter how right your words are, you have to actually carry it out in order for them to have any meaning.“

“I'm sorry...Dad...”

“I don't quite get it, but I got it.“

“It's more painful not being able to believe, than to worry about betrayal“

“Oh, no! I broke it!! “

“No, I don't understand, that's why I asked. Are you stupid or something?”

“Wait just a moment. I'll translate.“

“MARVELOUS!!!”

“In order to change the world, I must first change myself.“

“What needs to be purged are the contents of your pathetic brain!”

“People...change. For better or for worse.”

“That man has risked his life to save you. Think carefully what that means.“

"Living on without hope is worse than death, don't you think?"

“I cannot die until I fulfill my duty.“

“Don't do anything you'll regret...“

“Even I make mistakes. I made a terrible one...”

“In order to do something, you must do it yourself, it is not enough to merely rely on someone else and go along with their ideals.”

“That's why war is so tragic. To win means to make victims of your opponents and give birth to hatred.”

“Damnation or salvation...I guess we're about to find out.“

“You're in for a world of hurt.“

“Oh, you know what? I changed my mind. That won't matter after we beat the snot out of you.”

“Me? You want me to carry this ogre by myself? Are you kidding me?”

“No offense, but I'm not interested in talking to guys.”

“You're an obnoxious brat, you know that?”

“Man, what an arrogant SOB. Talking as if he knows everything...”

“I-isn't anyone gonna say anything?“

“Well, in the end, we're the same. Nobody wanted us to be born.”

“Don't worry, there's hotties in heaven, too!”

“He probably left to find himself some chicks.”

“You criticize and attack people for their birth and upbringing - things they cannot change. It is you who are not human.”

“Are you hiding your face because that outfit is embarrassing?”

“What you've done has caused suffering and death to countless people. Can you feel their pain?”

“The deeper the wound, the more important it is to overcome it.”

“It’s easier to hate than to forgive.“

“Hatred... gives birth to nothing...”

“They're all so violent.”

“You shall not pass!”

“I have no intention of becoming part of the food chain without a fight!”

“At this moment you have two options: choose what you desire to do or what you must do“

“People fear and hate what is not normal. They are scared of those that are different. Then the solution is for everyone to become the same.”

“With revolution comes sacrifice. If you cannot understand that, then you deserve to die with the others.“

“Wow, that was an amazingly corny speech. Congratulations.”

“Human! Don't tell me what's right and wrong!”

“What value does one burdened to exist with cursed blood have? Sometimes running is the only way to save yourself. Humans are...so arrogant.”

“Is it a sin to be weak hearted? Not everyone's strong. Not everyone can stand being despised.”

“And thus, you forget the past… The countless lives that were lost... and the pain of those that suffered. Crimes must be met with punishment.”

“None of you understand how I feel!“

“That is merely logic. People are not moved by logic.”

“I'll show you the meaning of true power!”

“There's nothing anyone can do.”

“So you've come, like moths to the flame!”

“You want him to live in eternal damnation?”

“That's nothing you lower lifeforms need to concern yourselves with!“

“Drag me down to hell? You inferior beings and your pathetic jokes!”

“I never thought I'd have to see your face again.”

“You who lack the right. I have lost faith in all things. Have you come here to disappoint me as well?”

“You dork. It’s not your fault, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Yeah...I’m sorry I woke you.”

“He just called you a fool.”

“Wow! This looks like it’ll be fun!”

“I...I’m going to wait here. Go on ahead without me.”

“I’m not getting in that thing.”

“It looks fun! Come on, let’s get in!”

“I...I was just starting to say, Ahh, this should be fun!”

“I was so excited to see snow for the first time, and I made a snowman in the garden with my mother. Then suddenly, the snowman fell apart. Before I knew what was going on, red snow began to fall.”

“It was my mother's blood. She was murdered.”

“Do you ever say anything original?"

“You're going to fight alone?”

“Okay, that's enough. You're not allowed to apologize any more.”

“Is everyone alright?”

“You should worry about yourself, first!”

“I don't think they can come back.”

“Women are better suited for battle, you know.”

“You're p... p... pretty...”

“P... p... pretty? What is that?”

“I... I... I'm complimenting you!”

“...I see. Then you are p... p... pretty, too.”

“You’re hurt! It must have happened when you fell. Look how much you’re bleeding!”

“But it doesn’t hurt--”

“Uh, I mean, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Here, it's hot coffee.”

“Th-that’s not true.”

“Is it that hard for you to trust me?”

“No! It’s not like that! I just...I just didn’t want anyone to worry.”

“What’s happening to you?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what was going on at all. I’m sorry.”

“You’re so stupid!”

“No! I’m not leaving you behind! I don’t want to sacrifice anyone anymore!”

“Saving the world won’t mean anything if we lose you!”

“I…I don’t understand that at all!”

“You're the one that doesn't understand!”

“You Bastard! I won't let you get away with this!”

“What? You losers got a problem? You wanna fight?”

“...What kind of face is that?!”

“Yeah, so cheer up! When you’re down, everyone feels sad, including me.”

#sentence meme #tales of symphonia #starters #sentence starters #meme #my meme

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netherwar-rpg-blog · 7 years

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Welcome to the Wardens, Lash! Your application for THE PRODIGY has been accepted with a Sean Teale FC.

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Lash

Age: 24

Timezone: Eastern Standard

Activity Level: I will be as active as possible. I work M-F 6-4.

Extra: N/A

S K E L E T O N - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Title: The Prodigy

Name: Khal Asra

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Class: Rogue

Faceclaim: Sean Teale (this might change later I am not sure)

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality:

Carnish

Appearance:

Khal is always stern, perfect posture and arms crossed. It is his strict upbringing that has made him so unaffected. He feels nothing and he needs nothing. He seldom smiles or laughs unless he is making a joke or genuinely amused. He is not the type to laugh as drunkards sing merry songs or grunt their filthy jokes. He barely even drinks. He must remain on hundred percent dedicated to his mission and this entails sobriety.

He is twenty-eight but wise beyond those years. Growing up on the streets made boys into men. The boys who refused to grow up were found with knives in their bellies. He has been in his share of fights over the years, scraps is a better term. Khal knows now that a true fight ends in death. He has scars along his knuckles from his days of thieving. He took the blame away from her, the girl who is a shred of memory. Most of the scares are hard for him to recall but that doesn’t make them any less present. Khal dresses in dark clothing. He is never without his black hood that conceals his handsome features in shadow. Khal’s identity is sacred so he takes great care in concealing his features. He is fond of long sleeves in the summer months, thin flexible fabric that hugs his muscled arms allows him to stay cool and still conceal himself. He has a branded symbol on his ribs beneath his arm that marks him as the prodigy though most would never understand it’s meaning. His weapons are blades. He loves the proximity to the kill as much as he loves pleasing his master. To feel the blood spill at his hands excites him. The twin blades are poised at his back in an X. Two daggers, one in each boot, and a curved blade adorn his garb but the Twins are his first choice. They were specifically designed for him by the smiths of his Master. They are his most prized possession. Khal keeps his facial hair neatly trimmed, not many have the privilege of gazing at him to appreciate his impeccable grooming. Khal keeps his body in top shape. Every day he faces a regiment of cardio, strength, and weapons training. Martial Arts are his second language. He is always clean and well kept. As far as women are concerned, he has a certain appeal. He is attractive and he knows this. He enjoys the sport of captivating a woman to the point of her eating out of his palm. His arrogance is not a virtue but a flaw that the Master has desperately tried to beat from him.

Personality:

+ Observant + Meticulous + Patient

- Arrogant – Unemotional – Introverted

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History:

Khal grew up on the streets without much of anything. His mother was an assassin and his father was unknown. A bastard boy raised by the street’s cold embrace but he was never alone; his only friend, a girl his own age who saw him as more than just a street urchin, whose name he can barely recall. His mind has been brainwashed to forget it all, how to feel and how to laugh. She is a hazy memory now. His mother was never around when he was young. She was always out taking lives instead of providing for his. Once he was weaned from her breast she was a ghost to him. Vana was all that he had. Together they made the streets their home. Anything they could steal they would. He used to be light-hearted and free then. Vana was his only redeeming quality. They were both hardened by the harshness of the underworld but somehow they managed to build a friendship. Khal trusted her and she trusted him. He would find himself devoted to protecting her even though she could hold her own. There was never anything beyond a friendship. He was never in love with her or anything of that lustful nature. She was his friend and that was plenty. When She was taken away he was heartbroken. They were sleeping when he was awoken by the situation. He was normally a light sleeper but tonight he had slept so soundly. He was almost drunk when he attempted to chase them. They disappeared into the shadows of the city and Khal was left stumbling around. Half-dressed and dazed. He screamed her name over and over for weeks. A nightmare that became a reality, part of his life had been mercilessly separated from his soul. Many nights after he relived the drunk stupor that had inhibited his ability to maneuver the shadows, to save her. The shadows would surround him and suck the life from him. His vision blurred and he would see her face. She would scream and plead for him to save her but he would be paralyzed. Khal was forced to battle this and finally he repressed it. Now he was stern and emotionless. Shortly after she was taken he was chosen to become the Master’s Prodigy. There were rules he had to follow. He must be physically capable and emotionally capable. These rules were enforced without mercy. Khal cut his ties to everything. He became something else. He adopted a new name to separate him from his Assassin mother and bastard father. Khal became Khal Asra. It means travel by night, a fitting name for his new identity. The Prodigy must never reveal who he is. The purpose of a shadow is to conceal the darkest deed from humanity. Humanity needs the Dark Union to handle the deeds that they themselves are repulsed by. That was his teachings. He was a shadow; no one and everyone, faceless. The transition was his finest hour. That day when his Master looked him in the eye and was finally at peace with his decision was the proudest he had ever been. He was arrogant at first but soon learned that arrogance would be his downfall. His Master had beaten it out of him but it is still dormant within him. Now that he is one with the shadows his attitude is far less inviting. He has become cold and unfeeling toward everything. He was now the perfect weapon but he must be tested. There have been rumors that his mother had been with the Master and he himself was the product. His mother expressed great pride in knowing that her son was the prodigy and now she was dead. Deep down Khal knew that she had to be killed and he knew that his Master had ensured it. She likely knew what was happening before the poison was ever delivered. His mother had been the final sacrifice in his journey to power. He had buried her long ago and his Master completed his act. He knew the Master had her killed. This created no ill will or anger. Khal knows that the Master knows best. He is his father now, he always has been. Khal knows not that his father is The Master but that fact is that this has always been his destiny. Now The Master has called upon Khal for a final trial, a quest of unwavering importance. He must infiltrate the Wardens. Khal knew from many rumors that Vana was there. The Master knew this as well. His reservations were a disappointment to him but Khal could not and would not fail him. Know that Vana is there has been a true test of his loyalty. He has put her aside for so long that he will have no trouble forgetting their years together. He must not tie himself to her again or she will cause him to fail. The Wardens believe he is there to serve the people. He is gifted and Vana is unintimidated by him. It is an easy web of lies to spin. The ties to Vana have only been severed on one end, his. Will he continue to serve his destiny or will Vana break down his walls of cold steel? The true question is what destiny will lead him to greater power? Reason for joining the Wardens: He is on a Mission from his Master. He has lied and insisted on the most sincerest reasons to all others.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

“In life there are endless opportunities journey toward your destiny; in death it is finally achieved.” The Master’s ideals were now Khal’s. The only other sound was the gasping of His dying mother sprawled upon the cobblestone courtyard. Her eyes were no longer his. There was no reflection in them to signal the presence of a soul. She was fading fast, a shadow. Since Khal was her only living relative he wouldbe charged with her final arrangements. The Master had slipped away into the safety of the shadows but Khal had no problem sticking around a while longer. The sun had just begun its accent and it had been too long since he had felt its kiss. He would be feeling it much more now that he was to begin his journey to the Warden’s domain. His first priority would be disposing of this body. Her features were not as he remembered them. She looked like she had fallen victim to intoxication. There were no markings on her. She wore the tradition dark garb of an assassin but it seemed she had not been the only assassin in the courtyard. “Your destiny has been fulfilled. Your son is destined to bring The Dark Union Power.” Khal was kneeling beside her, gently combing his fingers through her hair as he whispered the words to whisk her away. In his moment of loss he could only relate to his thirst for dominance and power. No grief, no tears, no anger; it was understood that the Rogues lived and died as quickly as they were conceived. He felt nothing other than the thrumming of his charismatic heart. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand, she was still fairly warm. She spoke little but the words were thought provoking. “My son of shadows, “ her lips quivered but she shed no tears on the brink of death. It was the only claim she had ever laid to him. He never felt any pull toward her, no bonds of mother to son that could penetrate his unwavering desire to bury her and move on. She was at peace with it. It almost seemed that she had invited death to her doorstep for one last, symbolic meeting. “You mustn’t speak. Allow me to end this for you. It seems your assassin has used the wrong dose of fatal elixir.” Khal pulled her into his arms knowing that this was his test. Could he rid himself of his own mother without batting an eye? He held her tightly to his chest as he wrapped his arm across her chest and twisted her head into an unnatural angle. “My test is complete and you are free.” Khal whispered as he dropped his grip on her lifeless frame. He felt something but he always did when he ended a life.

#accepted #theprodigy #fantasy rpg #medieval rp #fantasy rp

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