Post by jerall von kreiss on Mar 13, 2010 21:04:05 GMT -5
Jerall [ Alphonse ] von Kreiss ,
... hi... My name is Jerall von Kreiss... most people just call me Al because my middle name is Alphonse... well... I'm your fairly typical guy... about 25... i kinda forgot a while ago so I'm not sure how old i am. Well I'm not a very strong guy, but i can hold my own in a fight because i went through self-defense training in Aikido-Judo.
My family came to America from Berlin when i was really young, maybe not even a year old, so i was raised in a small house in Albany, New York... my dad died when i was about four... my mom said it was an accident, that he fell onto a buzz-saw... well... i was your typical student in school, except that I didn't like any real people... well... until i saw Rouze Azriel is a local library when i was in high school... i don't think she noticed me staring at her, but she was so beautiful. i dunno why but sometimes i found myself daydreaming about her... guess you'd call it love at first sight, even though i knew she wouldn't be interested in me i kept watching for her. Every now and then I'd see her, just as beautiful as before... that's when i noticed there was something different about her. no matter how long it had been since i had last saw her, she never changed, she seemed frozen in time.
A few weeks after i saw Rouze for the last time, a little while after i turned twenty-two, my mom and little brother, Ed were caught in the middle of a car explosion after our gas tank caught fire. i tried to get them out... well... I couldn't and ended up being pulled back by some firefighters just before the tank exploded... they didn't make it...
A few days later i was sitting in a bar when an old man walked up to me. He was dressed really funny and his voice was really odd, as if he was from a different time. he told me to "Find a way" and gave me a really, really old book. After reading a few pages, i realized that this book wasn't some chunk of paper and leather... this was a book for necromancy, the art of bringing back the dead. from there on i devoted myself to trying to bringing back my family... as well as trying to see Rouze again...
hiya! I'm Ben/Bjorn/Andrew and i've been roleplaying for an amazing 3 years! pretty awesome, eh? anyway, i've read the rules - because the password is and so it begins....! i know, i know, i'm amazing. hold the applause. so, you question whether i'm worthy? here's a rp sample.
Al stared at the pages of his book, his eyes searching for some hidden clue or little note that may have escaped his attention. He sighed then set aside the massive tome on the small table next to him, rubbing his face with one hand, the other draped comfortably over a the arm of his favorite Lay-Z-Boy chair. {i]What to do... from what the book says I'll need to dig up their bodies... but i don't want to risk their bodies if i fail, that'll ruin everything! what to do, what to do?
He sat in his chair, thinking to himself along such lines before he finally stood and stretched, his hand unconsciously heading for the leather bound book. Al caught himself before his fingers touched its cover. Looking at the tome he stared at it for a second, studying the near blank cover. Why the hell would that old man give me this? that besides... what the hell did he mean? gah, too many questions... not enough answers... oh well i guess I'll have to borrow a few bodies from the neighborhood... not like anyone will notice He had a small smile as he thought to himself. [/quote][/blockquote]
this gorgeous thing was made by ( immortal t e e n ) of Caution 2.0. steal? HELLS NO MAN. she's bite you. hard.
