Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 6, 2010 19:35:35 GMT -5
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HELLO MY NAME IS SHANE DEVONTÉ ANUBIS (MAMMON) AND I AM TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD. I'M A DAIMON AND RANK AS GREED OF THE SEVEN SIBLINGS OF PURGATORY AND I WAS BORN ON n/a IN n/a. MY NATIONALITY IS n/a. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE HARVEY HAYDON. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM RUDE, SELFISH, SELF-CONCERNING, SINGLE-MINDED, VIOLENT, ARGUMENTATIVE, TEMPERAMENTAL, FAKE SELF-CONFIDENCE, RECKLESS, PARTY ANIMAL, A HOARDER, A CHILD; CARES FOR ONLY A SELECT FEW. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY karma!.CODEWORD: ivory
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Fuck.
Abraxas knew it was well past midnight, not really giving a damn. He certaintly didn't hahis apve anyone to come home to, or any plans tonight. He was simply to come home to apartment. Not that he had grown tired of it; it was new to him, after all, as was the town. But what kept attracting him to these dirty, raunchy places, always a host to all kinds of scum? Better yet, had he become one of them, had he been taken under the wing of this hivemind of shitheads who infested ever square inch of this town?
The nerve-racking sound of another fucker scoring a jackpot, as he pulled back the lever and the metallic coins clattered down destroyed his train of thought. He took another sip of whiskey, hoping he could chase out the headaches with a bit of alchohol.
This town seemed to taint people in the worst ways, twisting them into a wicked shell of a human being. If they're lucky, he thought, because some of them don't come out as humans in the end.
He took another sip, as he could feel his head going light from the strong booze. He flicked out a cigarette, lighting it aflame, the little orange light at the end bobbing with him, taking a long drag. If he was human, it would be like a race; to see which kills him first, lung cancer or kidney failure?
He smiled at the thought, the thought of dying. He didn't take it seriously anymore. After all, death wasn't on his list of problems, and if the reaper came knocking at his door, he'd smile and ask him to come in for cofee. Immortality got boring, of course; fear no longer was part of his life (or unlife. It was like a kiddy coaster. No thrills, nothing unexpected. That's half the reason why he came here. Looking for the unexpected.
He yawned, as he stood up, making his way towards the exit...a part of him hoped that through the darkened night, through that door, would come a person just interesting enough to make him stay.
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