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| Kazuni | Dec 23 2010, 12:26 AM Post #1 |
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Username: Kazuni Preferred Name: Kazuni, Kaz Age (optional): N/A Years role-playing: Approximately 7 years Favorite Genre: Low-to-mid Fantasy Modern Least favorite genre: Sci-fi Futuristic (only because I'm bad at it) Anything you’d like to add: Plot before sex. Role-playing Sample: --re never going to have children! You'll regret it, Lyndsey! I swear I'll make you pay! Lyndsey wished he could've gotten the echo of her words out of his head, but it was just darn near impossible when she had the voice of a yowling cat when she screamed. And she had practically shrieked her last words at him when he bolted out of the door. Call him a coward, but he didn't want to be anywhere near his ex-girlfriend when she was raging like a bull blinded by red at their breakup. He had tried to be gentle about it, but Maureen just happened to be one of those gals who didn't take separation well. Hell, she didn't take a lot of things well, especially when it came to not getting her way. She had been quite demanding with her requests for favors and dates and presents and whatnot. In the beginning Lyn had been accommodating because he really liked her -- and hell, she was hot -- but as time went on and she showed her true colors, it became too much. Maureen was sweet, in her own way, but just not the type for him. He couldn't keep up with that sort of crazy atmosphere. He had to get out. And get out he did. But obviously things didn't go well. No, things were just plain awful. Maybe if this had been a normal relationship with a crazy girl those sorts of words like regretting his actions wouldn't be that much of a threat. At most a girl could date someone new, bigger, tougher, and sent him after Lyndsey to knock the shit out of him for breaking her heart. Or she could plead rape in a court case if they had sex recently. But this wasn't an ordinary relationship, neither was Maureen an ordinary girl. On the contrary, she was a witch. A full-fledged witch with a hankering for darker magic than Lyndsey had a liking for. He always knew she had weird quirks when it came to her magic and whatnot, but sometimes she just freaked him out. She was really good at curses; she even ran a shop that specialized in these sorts of spells. That was great for the people who were interested in damning other people around them, but being the target of attack? Not so peachy. Especially when the caster had a special vendetta against him. That's right. Lyn Russo got cursed by his angry ex. Excuse him if he wasn't jumping for joy at this news. He was doing everything but jumping at this point, stricken with fear and apprehension as he scanned the streets left and right for the place he was looking for. He hadn't really believed her to go so far as to curse him for dumping her, but then when his mind got wrapped around the possibility, and knowing just the sort of attitude she had... well it just about scared the hell out of him. He could hardly sleep that night and just yesterday he canceled all his appointments for the next few days to dedicate his time to finding some way to get rid of it. If it was really there, that is. He spent two days looking through directories for a witch in town, and then which one of them was good at detecting and removing curses. All his searching eventually led him to someone named Cassie who owned a shop of her own on the other side of town. It was called Bell, Book & Candle LLC or some similarly lame name. Lyn didn't really care if it was even called David's Hole in the Wall Crack House so long as it got him what he needed. And right now, he needed a witch. A good, generous witch who knew how to take away curses. He didn't care if he had to empty out half his bank account to get her to fix him, so long as she did. Finally spotting the shop just as he was passing it, Lyndsey hit the brakes and turned into the shoulder to squeeze himself into a parking space. He didn't care if he nearly caused an accident, he was in a hurry. Unbuckling his belt, he nearly threw himself out of the car, locked up with a flick of the remote, and hurried to the front door. He checked to make sure the place was still open before pushing open the door. He gave the place a quick glance, more concerned about finding the owner than whatever trinkets and doodads were hanging about. It didn't take him long to find her. Spotting her just ahead, he made his way up to her. "E-Excuse me," he called to get her attention. As if he didn't already have it with the way he nearly stumbled into her shop. "I really need some help. I just got cursed by my ex-girlfriend the other day and I need someone to take it off. I went searching all over and I heard that you were the one to go to. Please, you have to help me. I don't know what she did to me, all I know she screamed something about never having children and other stuff I don't remember. Can you figure out what it is and take it all away? I don't care what it costs." He looked at her with desperate, clear, blue eyes. With his reddish hair (appropriately associated with his surname, which meant "red"), his eyes were a sharp contrast of color. He'd used these striking features of his to get what he wanted before, but that wasn't really a tactic he was planning on using on another witch right now. He was too panicked for that sort of play. And besides, if and when he got this curse lifted, who knew if something else wouldn't be put in its place if he struck the wrong -- or right -- cord with this witch. At this point, he was too wary of supernats to toss his heart out to them. He had to save his own ass first. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Dec 23 2010, 12:33 AM Post #2 |
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***Approved*** Everything looks good to me doll. Welcome to HV! I hope you enjoy yourself around here. |
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