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 Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 7:36 am
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My name is Torin, dubbed as Torin the Toxic where I am from. I am an old demon that is a shell of what was once a man. I have an insatiable thirst to kill at times and spread poisonous gases to stun or kill my victims. You'd think that is the only reason I am known as toxic...nope. People say that I have a toxic personality that makes people become nasty to others, that it spreads like a disease. Maybe they are right, maybe not...but I have never uttered a word in all my existence. I merely pass by and the people I pass go insane. Perhaps I am toxic...I don't know anymore. Anyways, I could tell you all about my history...if I remembered it well. Maybe I was an astronaut...a father or just a son. I can't remember anything past this curse of mine. When did I become a demon? When did I start killing? Why can't anyone tell me this? Why can't I ask things anymore...where has my voice gone?
Okay so, Torin is a demon with no memory of who he once was and somehow, doesn't know how to speak as if he has no voice. Whenever he is near someone, they somehow go insane and go on a rampage as if that side of him spreads like a disease to the brain. Your character will be the first person that doesn't react to this which of course, spikes Torin's interest enough to make him follow your character around with him not knowing. Of course, he will get caught and they progress with one another from there. If you're interested, you can either post a character profile up on here or you can pm me. Thanks! |
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:24 pm
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 My name is Jamie Lee Rhodes, but everyone calls me Lee. I seemed to have gotten that nickname from one of my female friends, Stacey, because she said I look and act more like a woman. Not like I intended it to be that way of course. I am a fun person to be around, I bring life to people and I am always cheerful. You will never see me without a smile on my face~! Plus, Stacey says that I am extremely talkative. Now then, a little about me? I love painting, it is a deep passion of mine and I have loved it for many years. I also love reading, stargazing, night walks, dancing, and making people happy - especially friends! As for my history, well, I grew up with just my mother caring for me. She was a wonderful woman, told me to look at the world in a positive perspective and always said that negativity gets people no where. Well, my life was pretty great growing up. She was there until I was the age of eleven and she passed away from cancer. Sad, but I tried to be positive. I grew up in foster homes from that point until now. Now, I live on my own, in a simple one bedroom apartment. I work at a high school as an art teacher. I am not very old, but I am old enough to do this for a living, that is all you need to know! |
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:23 am
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 9:56 pm
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Things only seemed to drag on and on as time went by. He was still wondering about in the same neighborhood and he was still alone. Why wouldn't he be? He was Torin the Toxic and no one dared to be near him because they knew of the insanity he spread about. He was what they told their kids in bed at night in place of the boogey man. He was the one that was used as a threat to the one's that misbehaved. In his home, he was nothing but a monster. And he was okay with that. He could not deny the claims of those around him. He did murder
countless people. He did spread insanity like it was a disease from just a mere glance or wave to you. He was a monster. And he was perfectly okay with shouldering that burden.
He walked along the dark streets alone, his gaze cast down, hood over his head and a mask over his face. He kept his gloved hands inside of his jacket's pockets and he had begun to count the individual cracks in the cement of the sidewalk. There was nothing interesting in this town anymore. Everyone knew of him and kept their distance, no one new ever seemed to arrive and he had already explored every abandoned building the place had to offer. He was growing bored. Bored with this life of fear and loneliness. When was it going to finally end for him? He, as a demon, was doomed to walk the earth without end.
'When did home become so pathetic?'
Suddenly, something odd catches Torin's interest and he stops. A light was on in an apartment that had been vacant for awhile. When had that happened? Torin was sure that no one lived there before because he often would use it as shelter for the night. There had never been electricity, so he had always used candles, ones that he left there from time to time so he wouldn't have to sit in the dark. 3 orange candles were his mark. And usually when they were in place, no one went there, recognizing Torin's mark.
So then why was someone there?
Trying not to be too hopeful that he may see a new face, Torin made his way over, using the holes where bricks should be to climb up on the wall. What would he see when he reached the window?
Thoughts: Is there someone new?
Location: The streets> An alleyway> My home town
Company: My regrets
Theme: Icon For Hire - Hope of Morning
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 10:54 pm
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 11:34 pm
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As his arms rest on the outside sill of the window, he rest his chin on his arms. It was a new face, that much he could tell, even though the other's back was facing him. He was painting it seemed, and such a lovely picture too. It had been awhile since Torin actually had seen the real thing, and now that he had seen the painting, he had to desire to see it when the sun set tomorrow. It seemed as thought the stranger excelled with the subject of art, a subject that Torin never had the luxury of learning about.
Watching through the window, he wonder what else he would paint int the future and if his skills were only in paintings and not any other form of art. One couldn't really blame the demon for being so curious. When you have as much free time as he did, and everyone hated your presence...anything new in a town of old seemed fascinating to you.
'I have no talent in anything innocent, nor productive....'
When he thought about it, Torin was never really given an opportunity to even see what he would be good at. Whenever he walked into a shop, he was forced to leave immediately. He thought of the idea to remove his mask and enter so they would not recognize him...but he feared being near people. He saw was madness he drove in them when he was a certain distance from them.
His existence was toxic.
So he was forced to live out his days alone, but not forgotten among generations. The only reason no other has tried to capture him was because of his toxicity around humans. His reason for being alone was also the one thing that kept him from becoming dissected.
Thoughts: He is really good...
Location: The streets> An alleyway> My home town
Company: My regrets and (unknowingly) A stranger
Theme: Icon For Hire - Hope of Morning
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 11:52 pm
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 8:51 pm
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He watched as the other attempted to get what looked like paint off the floor, chuckling quietly to himself as the other seemed to have failed the task. He could see from his spot that it clearly had a hint of green. His attention was drawn from that, however, when he heard a ringing sound near his spot, his gaze turning to the phone sitting on the inside portion of the windowsill. Quickly, he moves down and presses himself against the wall so he wasn't seen.
He hadn't even noticed it there before. If it hadn't been for its ringing and the man turned to get it, Torin wasn't sure what would become of him. He would certainly be screwed if he was seen.
'My old age is making me sloppy...'
Gripping onto the wall, he listened in, a little curious again as to what he might hear. Did he feel guilty for eavesdropping? Please, he has done much worse than something a child does themselves.
He has killed people before.
Something as trivial as being nosy was relaxing almost. But right now, being nosy was something that could determine whether or not the newbie wanted to live in this town anymore. Surely someone who comes face to face with the town's legendary pest Torin would make him turn tail.
Thoughts: Almost got caught..
Location: The streets> An alleyway> My home town
Company: My regrets and (unknowingly) A stranger
Theme: Icon For Hire - Hope of Morning
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:31 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 2:50 pm
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What....kind of conversation was he listening to exactly? From what he gathered, him and this Stacey person were discussing an angry naked man and this man before him dressing up as a female. What exactly did he do for a living? He really felt like he was listening to something he shouldn't be.
Lifting up a little, he peeked inside before lowering back down with a sigh, wondering if he should leave already at this point. there was no telling how long he could be on the phone, and Torin was more interested in his painting then gossip on how hot he would look in a dress. This was a man right?
'He must be a foreigner....'
Listening in again, he waited to hear a confirmation on the conversation somehow ending, hoping that if it wasn't going to end soon, it would at least become more interesting.
If not, he was going to take his leave and stop snooping.
He would have to find a new place to hide out now, this apartment having been his favorite place rest his head. Oh well, it least something interesting came out of it in the end. He had a new face to watch, someone that obviously didn't know who he was if he didn't pay any mind to the three orange candles that Torin left as a sign of his mark.
Thoughts: This guy is strange...
Location: The streets> An alleyway> My home town
Company: My regrets and (unknowingly) A stranger
Theme: Icon For Hire - Hope of Morning
Out-Of-Candles: Sorry for the wait! sweatdrop
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