Post by Danny D’Abruzzo on Aug 23, 2009 23:43:26 GMT -4
Your Name: Adam
Your Age: 17
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Character's Name: Danny D’Abruzzo
Character's Age: 25
Character's Background [This is optional if you want to add on to what we already posted. However, don't just copy and paste. If anything, EXPAND. If you do it, it must be at least one paragraph]:
Sample Post [Must be at least 3-4 full paragraphs]: (OOC: From a site where I played Wrath)
Your Age: 17
How Did You Find Out About This Board?: Proboards Support
Character's Name: Danny D’Abruzzo
Character's Age: 25
Character's Background [This is optional if you want to add on to what we already posted. However, don't just copy and paste. If anything, EXPAND. If you do it, it must be at least one paragraph]:
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Barbelo stood a good distance away from the tables in the field. He had gotten to Mexico a few days ago after spending some quality time in Egypt. He believed that he had really touched the Egyptians with his hatred, and spread more sin across the few poverty-stricken streets he had visited. He had even convinced one man to kill himself, which in turn made his wife do the same to herself. Perhaps he was just a savior, speeding up a process which was bound to happen anyways. If not for him maybe one day she would have gone on a rampage and killed others, maybe even children. Some might say he had saved lives, although some would think differently. He gave a smile as he watched a bus pull away and a pair of children run down the hill to play. These children seemed desperate for love, desperate for anything like it. They seemed to be having so much fun playing with each other with that ball. Barbelo couldn't have any of that. Those children were being lead into false beliefs. There was no room for love in the world, otherwise nothing would get accomplished. There had to be anger, that was the only way to weed out the weak.
Barbelo was very powerful. He was able to control people's hate. You see, everyone had hate inside them. But a lot of people, like puritans, tended to keep those emotions bottled inside. It was up to him to let them out. These children were young, foolish and easily manipulated. Children were always like this, because they didn't know any better. Barbelo targeted children because once they grow up with hate, they spread it to their own offspring. And then generations later you have a whole family tree of murderers and sociopaths. These children were even easier, because they were alone in the world. No parents to take care of them, only a social worker for now. This was his chance. He could feel their hate, taste it, smell it. It was intoxicating. it was as though he had just been hit with waves of hate, warm and desirable. He tingled at the feeling of it. He clicked his tongue and with an inhale he exhaled harshly. Suddenly they were yelling, arguing with each other. Bitten by a very nasty bug, you could say.
And then he felt it, a giant wave of love. It hit him so hard he moved back until his back hit the tree he had been standing under. A very powerful source had just come into the picture, and he knew it was not one he had been ready for. It had to be her, the connection was so strong. And then a moment later it was gone, leaving him numb. The hate had dissipated, and love had come back. "Dammit" he whispered. He couldn't lose these kids. He looked up to see if he could spot what had changed them back to good, but no one was around them. He had been so distracted by the power that he hadn't seen who had done it. "No matter" he spoke before getting out from under the shade of the tree and into the heat of the sun. He walked up to the children. "Hello" he said. One of the children had thrown the ball too far and bounced beyond the other. The child ran to go grab it. Taking this chance, Barbelo bent down to the child's level and smiled. "I saw what he did to you. He hit you with that ball. I'm not sure he likes you that much" he said with a small frown. "But promise me this. When he does hit you again with the ball, I want you to punch him. You don't need to tolerate that. No matter what anyone tells you, just do what I say and you'll turn out fine" he said, his face going back to a smile. The child nodded with a smile, and Barbelo stood up and put his hand on his head and patted. "Good boy" he said, his smile turning devilish.
He walked away, towards the woman who seemed to be taking care of him. There were others around and there was no doubt that any one of them could have been the angel, but he could never tell. It could have even been one who came and went, so as not to get caught. He'd just have to keep his eyes peeled. "You have wonderful children" he said with a kind, although extremely difficult, smile. His smiles were usually sarcastic, as to make them seem kind but were really devilish. "You seem really young for having children though. I see where they get their looks" he said kindly. The children weren't anything close to good looking, what with their ragged faces and worn clothes. But acting nice could go a long way.
Barbelo was very powerful. He was able to control people's hate. You see, everyone had hate inside them. But a lot of people, like puritans, tended to keep those emotions bottled inside. It was up to him to let them out. These children were young, foolish and easily manipulated. Children were always like this, because they didn't know any better. Barbelo targeted children because once they grow up with hate, they spread it to their own offspring. And then generations later you have a whole family tree of murderers and sociopaths. These children were even easier, because they were alone in the world. No parents to take care of them, only a social worker for now. This was his chance. He could feel their hate, taste it, smell it. It was intoxicating. it was as though he had just been hit with waves of hate, warm and desirable. He tingled at the feeling of it. He clicked his tongue and with an inhale he exhaled harshly. Suddenly they were yelling, arguing with each other. Bitten by a very nasty bug, you could say.
And then he felt it, a giant wave of love. It hit him so hard he moved back until his back hit the tree he had been standing under. A very powerful source had just come into the picture, and he knew it was not one he had been ready for. It had to be her, the connection was so strong. And then a moment later it was gone, leaving him numb. The hate had dissipated, and love had come back. "Dammit" he whispered. He couldn't lose these kids. He looked up to see if he could spot what had changed them back to good, but no one was around them. He had been so distracted by the power that he hadn't seen who had done it. "No matter" he spoke before getting out from under the shade of the tree and into the heat of the sun. He walked up to the children. "Hello" he said. One of the children had thrown the ball too far and bounced beyond the other. The child ran to go grab it. Taking this chance, Barbelo bent down to the child's level and smiled. "I saw what he did to you. He hit you with that ball. I'm not sure he likes you that much" he said with a small frown. "But promise me this. When he does hit you again with the ball, I want you to punch him. You don't need to tolerate that. No matter what anyone tells you, just do what I say and you'll turn out fine" he said, his face going back to a smile. The child nodded with a smile, and Barbelo stood up and put his hand on his head and patted. "Good boy" he said, his smile turning devilish.
He walked away, towards the woman who seemed to be taking care of him. There were others around and there was no doubt that any one of them could have been the angel, but he could never tell. It could have even been one who came and went, so as not to get caught. He'd just have to keep his eyes peeled. "You have wonderful children" he said with a kind, although extremely difficult, smile. His smiles were usually sarcastic, as to make them seem kind but were really devilish. "You seem really young for having children though. I see where they get their looks" he said kindly. The children weren't anything close to good looking, what with their ragged faces and worn clothes. But acting nice could go a long way.
