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Name: Izumo LeBeaux
Gender: Male
Interests: I observe people's actions, and help guide them...To where? Not even I know that. I guess that you can call it...destiny.
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Member Since:
11/5/2006
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| | A hopeless romantic's tale, a path with no destination... "Those eyes...they're fading away and losing their spark..." | Izumo had been walking for quite a while...many days had passed, the sun and moon's visages alternating ever so often. He had seen forests, cities, lots of things. But most importantly, so many people... Each one had their own story, some just beginning, some coming to an end. The cycle of life goes on and on, through each being on the planet and back again. They come from it, and eventually return to it. Dust to dust...?
However, not all things flow so smoothly. Some try to end others' stories far too early...
"Help me..."
What...?
"Please..."
The body of a young man hung limp against a tree. His clothed were riddled with blood, and he could barely support himself. However, by the time Izumo got over to him, he had already passed out. Whatever did this did it recently...
Oh, dear...I hope this will help...It's not your turn to die, yet...
A faint glow emanated from Izumo's hands, mending the wounds of the individual as best he could. After doing so, there wasn't much else he could do but get going. It wouldn't have mattered much, but Izumo didn't want to draw too much attention...As for what did this to that man...he'll find out eventually... |
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| ((So, I've decided to return, even though it's been forever. Sorry for the wait. ^^; I have many replies to answer, I see...I'll get to it, after I make a new post.
For those that are still around, thank you for waiting. For those that have come around for the first time, welcome?
Edit: Yeah, still trying to think of something...While I'm doing that, I randomly decided to fix the HTML for my posts. Most of you won't see a difference, but those that are checking my HTML won't find a bunch of superfluous tags in my RP posts. Xanga hates my old-school coding. <<; ))
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| ((I'll be on a temporary hiatus while I sort out all of the things I need to do but haven't. Besides a lot of stuff that doesn't really matter, I also have to make a few DDR stepfiles. >> Regardless, I'll still be around, but not really commenting as quickly as I should, as a few of you may have noticed. For that, I apologize. ><))
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| | Harbinger of sorrow, despair's honorary...A holder of tears, and memories... "I had a dream, in which an angel came and whisked me away..." | I control life...as well as death.
"Why...? Why won't you wake up, Dad...?"
It is time... "No...Why my father? Why now?" He's fading away...his life must end. "Don't touch him! I can't let you take him away from me! I won't!" Don't hate me for taking him away, please... "But...I love him..." Fate can be merciful...but it can also be cruel. "I'll be all alone...I can't..." I'm sorry... "Why are you doing this to me? What kind of monster are you!?" I don't know what I am... ...but I guess this is my destiny, too...
"Father...!"
You must be tired...
Now you can rest eternally... |
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| | A hopeless romantic's tale, a path with no destination... "The wind blows in your direction...and so with you I must go." | Izumo certainly didn't think that things would turn out this way, but hopefully it would be for the best. Upon his stay in the former wasteland, he met a young girl. With a stern demeanor, sharp wit, and sharper tongue, she didn't exactly like him much, at first. However, it seemed that she had a softer side as well...Such a person piqued Izumo's interest. As such, he became her guide. He was probably expecting some grand adventure, full of all sorts of wonderful events... ...Being stuck in an inn's back room (it was all that could be acquired at the moment) with this girl wasn't exactly all that wonderful, but it was better than spending the night outside. He didn't even know her name... ...She still didn't like him very much, either. "Why else do you think I wander around, hm?" "--Because you have no life and find a sick hobby in taunting passer-bys with a cute face and easily conning them out for room and board." Well, at least she thought he was "cute", for whatever it was worth. Though, her reaction to the word was also quite intriguing... "...Yes...if...you would call a four-eyed pain in the butt, ‘cute’..." "But...that doesn’t change the fact that you think I’m cute, either way...~" "...I really don’t like you." "But you still think I’m cute~" ...This might turn out to be a fun trip after all. |
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