rehcier
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Name; Rehcier
Character auditioning with; Reicher
Audition post;
I.::>> Such disgusting, filthy, ugly creatures they were, wallowing in their own sickness and filth like the pigs and swine they were. A sneer marked the face of a pure white witch, her blue eyes flashing in the dense fog of early morning. Shortened mane and tassels waved ever so slightly in the chilling breeze of the morning light. She had all this power and yet she wasn’t doing enough to stop it from spreading around to the other citizens of their land, it was all because of the others. What was it you ask? It, was the infection, a sickness that plagued the land and couldn’t be stopped unless total inhalation took place. Until that day no one was safe from its wrath, or the ever watchful eye of Reicher, who seemed to have a never ending quest to kill everyone. But they are not infected says they, but the other council members didn’t know how clever the infection could be. Those who have a dappled coat didn’t know this but they held the infection, where it lay dormant until its time to strike came. And then there would be nothing the council could do about it. She and many others had suggesting of killing or in a friendlier term, “dispose” of the infected, but those bastards with weak hearts and twisted hope could not comprehend their wisdom. Looking over the land’s foggy cloak, it would all look peaceful to someone who was blind and gaily unaware of the danger around them. Reicher snorted at an invisible being she imagined was there, someone to blame all this and more on. But no. All she had was those pitiful assassins to boss around and the weak hearted council to annoy like a fly under the stomach. Cold, icy blue eyes looked on as the sun rose to its throne, laughing at the mere mortals as it climbed higher, its immunity to the sickness unmatched.
II.::>> She loathed this twisted and cruel world of hate and spite, of laughter devoid of sanity and cries of agony mixing with the screams of demented joy. If the world turned black and rained the red metal blood of the gods everyone would dance and spin in circles as if this hell was paradise. But instead of the red, rotting scene in her mind, the pure in apperance but dark in heart was still standing, her imaginary world of pain gone like a flash. They had no sanity, they had no thought, they had no soul or heart nor peace of mind; they lived on the verge of life and death, the boundaries as to which no one must enter. The population and council were all gleefully sick of how the infection beat them at every turn, every step and breath they took. It would always remain, it will always kill and cleverly avoid them; that was why they must stop it in its mad, merciless rage. Its laughing and sarcastic dirge could not reach the ears of those poor, helpless, wretched souls of those damn commoners. Reicher hissed under her breath, how pitiful and wonderful if they were all dead, well, all the infected and those with the infection lying dormant within them. How evilly delicious that treat would be! But THEY don’t want to go on with the genocide, even though it would help them see the error of their world where they blissfully live in terror and fear. Reicher rocked her head to and fro in a haunting manner, it was how she could think and she didn’t care if the others found in disturbing. WHO actually CARED what they thought about anything these days. Call her arrogant but she thought her ideas were the beat out of all the lot. She looked down the hill, two assassins were grazing, well she would just have to fix that.
III.::>> “You lazy fat asses had better get a move on and kill more of those bloody infected or I’ll tan your hides!” She yelled in her ancient yet commanding voice. For someone her age it seemed she was a lot older.
IV.::>> She snorted as the two frightened assassins ran off for their lives, how weak and useless they were; just a bunch of spineless cowards! Watching their bodies disperse into the fog Reicher looked up, the sun was climbing higher into the sky and the heat of the day was growing stronger. Being pure white she couldn’t stand the sun, so after making sure the lot were doing what they were told she started to walk back into the caverns until twilight came. Her gait, like her heart, was a twisted movement as if someone was controlling her with rusty iron strings. She hated the sun, she hated the world, and she hated those smug faces of the enemy. Once at the cavern’s entrance she turned around and silently cursed at the sun, hoping that her silent curse would engulf the sun in its own fire and spite. With this she started to back up into the gapping mouth of the cave, her pure snow white body wrapping itself into the shadows. Only the disturbing glow of her ice eyes was left until she went so far into the cave that even they to dissapeared from the living realm. But even with her gone, the scene still felt heavy with Reicher’s hate and twisted thoughts. The shadows danced as the sun climbed ever higher, the trees clawed at it, fighting each other for the light it provided. Aren’t we all just trees, fighting for the prize of life and glory? That was the shame in life, the lie that was stuffed down their throat and poisoned into their dying minds. We all live in a rotting world, we al die in a rotting world, we all bleed in this world that only lives for death. One day they would all die and thank her for it, one day they …will…
Status: Curtain Call
Act: A False Hope
Time: 994
Orchestra: What’s Up People! Performed by Maximum the Hormone
Theme: Disturbed, Spiteful
Cast:
Reicher
Two Assassins (NPC)
Most recent post; (this is quite recent since I haven’t role-played in forever xD)
I.::>> A mare the color of the foaming sea walked on a dust trail towards the valley, distant ice eyes looked on at something in the distance. Her bleached cranium swayed side to side as if one eye was going blind and she was afraid that the ground would give away like glass. Her light colored hooves beat across the ground in a dance of the dead as she progressed like a puppet on broken strings. Shortened mane and tail hung limply only moving as the female bounced into the air at random times as if there was a snake lunging at her feet. Her pink muzzle emitted steam from the cold mornings breath, the silent breeze carrying the scent of living trees and bright new flowers that littered the earth with heavenly colors. A slight cackle emitted from her delicate maw, in a light laughing tone it seemed eerie like a wailing ghost, sending chills down the spines of any near passerby. The mornings misty light touched the pal color of the mares pelt ever so slightly as she danced about the shadows like a silver fish darting through the water. As silent as a ghost she made her way through the fading shadows of the path as the clouds of night parted and faded by the command of the sun as it rose to its throne in the commanding yet mysterious sky. A lone falcon glided through the air, its dingy brown wings remaining in the same position with only a beat of the wings to break the statue like pose as it traveled with the dancing wind. The foam colored mare danced in a frenzy as she continued her way towards the meadows, her delicate yet sturdy frame sending dust up into the heavens to dance with the chilling wind. Wild eyes darted its gaze every which way, taking in the sights of spring as her frame was lifted into the air by powerful limbs.
II.::>> Noon was fast approaching as Kodoku made her way silently through the valley in between the two hills that separated to beast from destruction. To one side the lights frolic through their made up fields and dreams, and to the other size were darks that loved nothing more than to bite the branches off tree and limbs from the birds and bees. In the middle was where she wanted to be, a drifter like herself couldn’t choose a side to follow, nor a herd to stay in. That’s right, she was just here to see what fickle follower of no one would come up to her and whisper sweet nonsense into her lightly colored ears. She wasn’t twisted like a dark, but her heart willed her to move from one place to another. If she tired of this place she’ll go with a stallion to his lands, and once she tired of his company and land she’ll return to this land once more to start the process all over again. Call her sick and heartless, but this beast has no heart to give, nor can she hear the spite or malice of others. Just a drifter. Looking up with icy eyes she watched as the clouds wrapped themselves around the sun like a vine with thorns, the suns light bleeding through the misty veil as if to cry out in pain. And then the joyous treat of lightening danced in the air, it light lasting only for a heartbeat before dying away. Kodoku too jumped through the air with the heavenly light, her screams matching the below of thunder. The light of the pure energy seem to light her frame, making it glow silvery white before turning into the color of the angry sea crashing upon the shore once more. The eyes of the mare lit up as if the light of the show was dancing within her head, its light escaping from her pale blue eyes that stared hauntingly through the decomposing and dying land that hid its truth from the world.
II.::>> Looking up at the two hills that contained the darkness and the light she noticed differences in the way they looked. The light side was more like a meadow, with flowers coming down the side of the hill while the darker side was shadowed over by trees, the ones at the edge being dead from like a nutrients. How selfish the world could be. The entire world was a dog eat dog world, even the peaceful trees we’ve come to know and love fight for mere survival without even thinking twice as the greedily store water a sun that belonged to other plants on the ground; leaving them to suffer a slow death. Her spot on the stage was in the middle, trees dotted the land evenly, with a few flowers rearing their overly happy colored heads to suck up the warmth of the traveling sun. This was what Limbo was. But Kodoku only saw the world as a suffering place, and moving from one place to another was just a way to run away from it all, the pain and deaths. The Reaper would never be able to catch her! Throwing her head from side to side as if to shake water from her pale crania she trudged along like the walking dead, her eyes wide open like that of an owl hunting in the dead of night.
VI.::>> Kodoku’s next stop was at a river, now that she thought of it she was indeed thirsty from her dance with the still present storm. But before she lowered her head a drop of rain landed upon her soft rose pink muzzle and then another until the drops of water fell all around. Instead of drinking she watched the drops of rain land on the surface of the now hissing river as the storm became nothing but a torrent of rain. Lifting her head up she scanned the area for cover. Finding the welcoming canopy of a willow tree she slinked over to it. She pushed her way into the middle, the draping vine like branches catching most of the water that rained down from the heavens. Would anyone come out in this storm of light and dying banished rain? Sighing for once she stood rock still, a drenched statue of cream white with distant ice eyes. How are you out there in the distance? It’s nice and dry under the canopy of the draping tree. Come under and gaze at the one who is not fooled by the worlds lies and trickery. Are you there, are you scared, why not come closer if you dare?
Why you want the position; Well, since Reicher is based off an old ancestor of mine, I want her to be as crazy and controlling as her (but it isn’t hereditary so I’m not like that xD). This position would probably help her character show through from the shadows from the back of my mind. It would be fun to see just how commanding she’ll try to be over the other ones (as in the audition post).
Why you are the right person for the job; I’m fairly active (I took a break since I had three art projects and had to finish them in time for the end of the marking period). I’m fairly good at writing with the always vigilant goal of writing at least 900 words to 1000 words. I really find it interesting to play the bad guy at times (I’m much better at playing evil than good, but that’s because I come from a crazy family xD).
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