Player nickname: Er. Whatever you feel like? KENDRA, GIVE ME A NICKNAME. Player LJ:chili_dance Way to contact you: Email: halfling.elf@gmail.com AIM: Squeedoodles Other: Are you at least 15?: YYYYYY.
Character: Weeping Angels, also known as the Lonely Assassins~ Fandom: Doctor Who Character Notes: They do not talk. They do not move (when you're looking at them, anyway). They're supposedly made of rock. And they have a have a tendency of sending you back in time so they can live off your potential in the future. I hope you like the 1500's!
. . . Anyway. Obviously these guys won't stay for that long, as a character that needs to have interaction with other characters in order to work and the fact that they can't talk will be a bit difficult. But still could be fun! Plus traumatizing the Doctor is always fun.Wiki says it nicer than me, anyway. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Doctor_Who_monsters_and_aliens#Weeping_Angels)
Sample Post: It was drizzling quietly that day. The kind of rain that sent you to sleep, the pitter-patter like a lullaby from the oldest of voices. Sluggishly making their way towards their next destination point under the cover of their umbrellas, the streets of London had a lethargic tone; it seemed as if the entire city was taking a light nap because of the weather.
Not so for the Angels.
They had been driven by their hunger into the city, victims becoming easier to find there despite the risk of being seen at the wrong time during a hunt. It was only a matter of time, after all, before an opportunity arose and a being left themselves alone to make themselves easy prey. Days like that one only made it easier, with the unsuspecting keeping their eyes to the ground and unknowing of what was happening around them.
There. The Angels, making sure not to keep each other in their sight, followed silently behind the group of three that had split off from the throngs to go down a secluded street. It was only too simple to reach out, to touch the ignorant souls, to send them to another time and absorb all of that potential of what could have been, should have been, but was there no longer. . .
Silent sighs of pleasure floated upwards as the rain continued to fall, content for another day. Until the next hunt.
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Player LJ:
Way to contact you:
Email: halfling.elf@gmail.com
AIM: Squeedoodles
Other:
Are you at least 15?: YYYYYY.
Character: Weeping Angels, also known as the Lonely Assassins~
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character Notes: They do not talk. They do not move (when you're looking at them, anyway). They're supposedly made of rock. And they have a have a tendency of sending you back in time so they can live off your potential in the future. I hope you like the 1500's!
. . . Anyway. Obviously these guys won't stay for that long, as a character that needs to have interaction with other characters in order to work and the fact that they can't talk will be a bit difficult. But still could be fun!
Plus traumatizing the Doctor is always fun.Wiki says it nicer than me, anyway. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Doctor_Who_monsters_and_aliens#Weeping_Angels)Sample Post: It was drizzling quietly that day. The kind of rain that sent you to sleep, the pitter-patter like a lullaby from the oldest of voices. Sluggishly making their way towards their next destination point under the cover of their umbrellas, the streets of London had a lethargic tone; it seemed as if the entire city was taking a light nap because of the weather.
Not so for the Angels.
They had been driven by their hunger into the city, victims becoming easier to find there despite the risk of being seen at the wrong time during a hunt. It was only a matter of time, after all, before an opportunity arose and a being left themselves alone to make themselves easy prey. Days like that one only made it easier, with the unsuspecting keeping their eyes to the ground and unknowing of what was happening around them.
There. The Angels, making sure not to keep each other in their sight, followed silently behind the group of three that had split off from the throngs to go down a secluded street. It was only too simple to reach out, to touch the ignorant souls, to send them to another time and absorb all of that potential of what could have been, should have been, but was there no longer. . .
Silent sighs of pleasure floated upwards as the rain continued to fall, content for another day. Until the next hunt.
Prompt: Rain