Player nickname: Elf Player LJ:umbra_elf Way to contact you: E-mail or Aim, doesn't matter. Email: slayerbrat@yahoo.com AIM: Umbra Elf Other: MSN at UmbraElf@live.com Are you at least 15?: Y/N. Yes, 24 if you're curious.
Character: Archer Fandom:Fate/Stay Night Character Notes: Archer is a heroic spirit, a Counter Guardian actually, summoned to clean up after man's disasters. He originally wanted to be a superhero and save everyone. However, as he grew up he realized that was impossible and started to kill to save more people than he could before by culling out those he couldn't save.
He made a deal with the World to save a hundred people. The deal was to serve the World after death as a Counter Guardian. Well, Archer was betrayed by one of the people he saved and was executed. Still, he thought he could be happy to be able to help people after death, but it was just him killing more and more people.
So, he entered himself in the Fifth Holy Grail War to kill his past self. Because of his unique nature and that he's not an epic hero, Archer has memories of every version of the Fifth War he was in. Sample Post:
He stood in the field of swords, gears rotating behind him in the background. He stared at the countless swords stuck into the ground as far as his keen eyes could see. The sky was a hazy orange as the gears kept turning as more and more swords appeared in his field of view.
He closed his eyes and lifted up his arm.
Swords flew into the air at his sheer thought, flying higher and higher before pummeling into the ground in a deadly rain. He opened his eyes and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly at the dead bodies before him. The gears stopped turning as blue sky overtook the hazy orangish grey one and the field of swords disappeared.
However, the dead bodies remained as Archer calmly walked past them, his red cloak sweeping behind him.
Prompt: Tea/Coffee
He smiled faintly to himself as he carefully broke tea leaves with his bare hands. He heard the whistle of the kettle behind them as he gently locked the leaves into the teapot's infuser. He took the kettle off the stove and turned the stove off. He poured the steaming water, not quite boiling, that would scorch the leaves, into the pot.
He'd learned how to make perfect tea a long time ago. He strove hard at it, just to see eyes like aquamarines close in bliss as the aroma hit that perfect nose. It was a skill he could do in his sleep.
However, the reaction was one he still cherished to this day.
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Player LJ:umbra_elf
Way to contact you: E-mail or Aim, doesn't matter.
Email: slayerbrat@yahoo.com
AIM: Umbra Elf
Other: MSN at UmbraElf@live.com
Are you at least 15?: Y/N. Yes, 24 if you're curious.
Character: Archer
Fandom: Fate/Stay Night
Character Notes: Archer is a heroic spirit, a Counter Guardian actually, summoned to clean up after man's disasters. He originally wanted to be a superhero and save everyone. However, as he grew up he realized that was impossible and started to kill to save more people than he could before by culling out those he couldn't save.
He made a deal with the World to save a hundred people. The deal was to serve the World after death as a Counter Guardian. Well, Archer was betrayed by one of the people he saved and was executed. Still, he thought he could be happy to be able to help people after death, but it was just him killing more and more people.
So, he entered himself in the Fifth Holy Grail War to kill his past self. Because of his unique nature and that he's not an epic hero, Archer has memories of every version of the Fifth War he was in.
Sample Post:
He stood in the field of swords, gears rotating behind him in the background. He stared at the countless swords stuck into the ground as far as his keen eyes could see. The sky was a hazy orange as the gears kept turning as more and more swords appeared in his field of view.
He closed his eyes and lifted up his arm.
Swords flew into the air at his sheer thought, flying higher and higher before pummeling into the ground in a deadly rain. He opened his eyes and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly at the dead bodies before him. The gears stopped turning as blue sky overtook the hazy orangish grey one and the field of swords disappeared.
However, the dead bodies remained as Archer calmly walked past them, his red cloak sweeping behind him.
Prompt: Tea/Coffee
He smiled faintly to himself as he carefully broke tea leaves with his bare hands. He heard the whistle of the kettle behind them as he gently locked the leaves into the teapot's infuser. He took the kettle off the stove and turned the stove off. He poured the steaming water, not quite boiling, that would scorch the leaves, into the pot.
He'd learned how to make perfect tea a long time ago. He strove hard at it, just to see eyes like aquamarines close in bliss as the aroma hit that perfect nose. It was a skill he could do in his sleep.
However, the reaction was one he still cherished to this day.