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ShatteredSoul
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2012
- Location
- US - CST
"Go! GO!!! Fields take my left flank; Holmes take the right! Everyone else form up tight ranks and stay on my ass! And Richards! ... Richards?" Gunfire like the grand finale of a fourth of July firework show rang out in the air, but aside that and the distinct ringing in the commander's ears, there were no other voices. He whipped his head around, a standard helmet protecting his skull, and hazel eyes frantically gazed over the other members of his team. The man he was searching for, however, wasn't there, and when he turned back around....
It was getting darker, the sun was setting over the horizon, shadows on the pavement were growing larger and larger. The sound of heavy booted steps filled out the quieted air of the neighborhood that they sounded from. The footsteps belonged to a tall man, who at one point in time some five years ago looked broad shouldered, lean, athletic, handsome and clean cut, with the brightest hazel eyes in the world and golden brown hair just long enough for a woman to tangle her fingers in to match. Now though, as he regathered his balance after tripping over a piece of abandoned sidewalk chalk, he looked the part of a hobo, or perhaps a fugitive. He was famished, dirty, clad in a worn, torn up military uniform. His hair was grown out and greasy, and his face had developed a beard and mustache much unbecoming of how handsome he normally looked. And his eyes, those hazel eyes that were once bright and full of joy and love, had lost their light, and their brightness. Beneath the clothing, hidden from the sight of any curious on-lookers, once unblemished, smooth, tanned skin, was hardened, scarred, stained with the remnants of evidence to a mysterious disappearance long ago endured.
One quick glance at him would surely have anyone that once knew or was close to him looking away in disregard, as if he was a perfect stranger to them. But, perhaps with a good hard look, they would see the shadow of the man he once was. Perhaps they would recognize the strong angles of his jaw, or the slight softness that his cheeks had once held. Perhaps, behind the darkened shadows that had filled his eyes, they would see the light that once held them so bright and full of joy, love, and life.
He found himself hoping that that would hold true as he turned a slow left off of the sidewalk, and passed the opened gate of a fenced in yard. A labored sigh left his lips as he hesitated, his right hand raising across his chest to clutch loosely at his heart. It had been five years since he'd last seen her, heard from her, talked to her, written a letter, smelled her perfume on an envelope; five, long, years, and now he was home, he just hoped that it was still the home he had left, and that it still belonged to him.
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Ok, so, that's the start of the introduction post, I will add more to it as necessary once we establish just some of the basic details. This here is an improvisation RP. In other words, no taking hours to plan and plot and come up with characters and then debate over openers and such, just jumping right in blindly and going for it. Here is a little piece of background info so you know what role I'm looking for you to be playing and some of the key details about the role I'll be playing:
My character's name is Chance Lavery, he is 27 years old and a member of the U.S. Marine Corps. He is originally from a small town in Georgia. He is 5 feet 11 inches tall and Caucasian. In his prime, he had a light tan, cropped, "fuzzy", golden brown hair, bright hazel eyes, a muscular build, and weighed in at 204 pounds. His current condition is a far stretch from that, as you can tell from the initial post starter, and to give a specific detail he is about 45 pounds underweight at the moment. Your character is/was his wife or fiance. More info can be given about him upon request. 7 Years ago Chance and your character either got married or engaged; 6 years ago he was deployed to South Africa in the end of May, and returned in the end of November to see through the holidays and New Years, after which he was re-deployed to South Africa; about 4 months later, 5 years ago, he went missing after getting caught up in a crossfire somewhere in the jungle. The military informed her [your character] that he was MIA and that they were avidly searching for him. After six months the military gave up the hunt and assumed him to be dead, at which point your character was notified. Now, 5 years from the day that your character was told he was dead, he is back, and clearly not dead.
One quick disclaimer: I do absolutely anticipate there to be intimate, 18+ scenes in this.
Here is a youtube clip of a scene from the movie Big Fish that inspired this RP to take place: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmenHbA_BNg
Please PM me if you're interested or with any and all questions
I RP over Threads, PM, E-Mail, Yahoo, and Skype.
Thank you.
-Writer
It was getting darker, the sun was setting over the horizon, shadows on the pavement were growing larger and larger. The sound of heavy booted steps filled out the quieted air of the neighborhood that they sounded from. The footsteps belonged to a tall man, who at one point in time some five years ago looked broad shouldered, lean, athletic, handsome and clean cut, with the brightest hazel eyes in the world and golden brown hair just long enough for a woman to tangle her fingers in to match. Now though, as he regathered his balance after tripping over a piece of abandoned sidewalk chalk, he looked the part of a hobo, or perhaps a fugitive. He was famished, dirty, clad in a worn, torn up military uniform. His hair was grown out and greasy, and his face had developed a beard and mustache much unbecoming of how handsome he normally looked. And his eyes, those hazel eyes that were once bright and full of joy and love, had lost their light, and their brightness. Beneath the clothing, hidden from the sight of any curious on-lookers, once unblemished, smooth, tanned skin, was hardened, scarred, stained with the remnants of evidence to a mysterious disappearance long ago endured.
One quick glance at him would surely have anyone that once knew or was close to him looking away in disregard, as if he was a perfect stranger to them. But, perhaps with a good hard look, they would see the shadow of the man he once was. Perhaps they would recognize the strong angles of his jaw, or the slight softness that his cheeks had once held. Perhaps, behind the darkened shadows that had filled his eyes, they would see the light that once held them so bright and full of joy, love, and life.
He found himself hoping that that would hold true as he turned a slow left off of the sidewalk, and passed the opened gate of a fenced in yard. A labored sigh left his lips as he hesitated, his right hand raising across his chest to clutch loosely at his heart. It had been five years since he'd last seen her, heard from her, talked to her, written a letter, smelled her perfume on an envelope; five, long, years, and now he was home, he just hoped that it was still the home he had left, and that it still belonged to him.
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Ok, so, that's the start of the introduction post, I will add more to it as necessary once we establish just some of the basic details. This here is an improvisation RP. In other words, no taking hours to plan and plot and come up with characters and then debate over openers and such, just jumping right in blindly and going for it. Here is a little piece of background info so you know what role I'm looking for you to be playing and some of the key details about the role I'll be playing:
My character's name is Chance Lavery, he is 27 years old and a member of the U.S. Marine Corps. He is originally from a small town in Georgia. He is 5 feet 11 inches tall and Caucasian. In his prime, he had a light tan, cropped, "fuzzy", golden brown hair, bright hazel eyes, a muscular build, and weighed in at 204 pounds. His current condition is a far stretch from that, as you can tell from the initial post starter, and to give a specific detail he is about 45 pounds underweight at the moment. Your character is/was his wife or fiance. More info can be given about him upon request. 7 Years ago Chance and your character either got married or engaged; 6 years ago he was deployed to South Africa in the end of May, and returned in the end of November to see through the holidays and New Years, after which he was re-deployed to South Africa; about 4 months later, 5 years ago, he went missing after getting caught up in a crossfire somewhere in the jungle. The military informed her [your character] that he was MIA and that they were avidly searching for him. After six months the military gave up the hunt and assumed him to be dead, at which point your character was notified. Now, 5 years from the day that your character was told he was dead, he is back, and clearly not dead.
One quick disclaimer: I do absolutely anticipate there to be intimate, 18+ scenes in this.
Here is a youtube clip of a scene from the movie Big Fish that inspired this RP to take place: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmenHbA_BNg
Please PM me if you're interested or with any and all questions
I RP over Threads, PM, E-Mail, Yahoo, and Skype.Thank you.
-Writer