Post by Raine D'Amore on Feb 24, 2012 17:50:22 GMT -5
wake me up inside;;[/color]
save me from the dark;;[/color]
I was born a military brat on a large military base in Germany. My Dad was a colonel in the Marines, and my mom was the typical stay at home mom. I’m an only child, so Ma basically gave in to whatever it was I wanted at the time. Dad was a bastard, and a hard core Corps man, which meant that if I stepped outta line, he walloped the shit outta me.[/center]
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
before I come undone ;;[/color]
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Gabe watched silently as Chloe exited the cab, grabbing his bags before she headed inside the small pub, his bags in hand. With a sigh, he unfolded his tall frame from the car, handing the driver enough money to cover the fare and muttering a quick “Grazie” to him.
A quick jog through the rain, and Gabe found himself standing next to Chloe, one of his hands reaching up to riffle through his already tousled hair in nervousness. There were so many things he wanted to say to Chloe, so many things he wanted to tell her about what he saw in her – but he knew he could never verbalize those thoughts to her.
Chloe was like a cement statue covered in steel – damn near impenetrable. Unless she wanted to let him in, Gabe knew he would always be standing on the outside looking in, trying desperately to find some method of connecting with her. At her smile, though, Gabe found himself giving her a tiny smile in return, turning and nodding at the hostess who took them to their seats.
Once they were settled in and the waitress had given them their menus, Gabe took a moment to look around, another small smile settling onto his lips as he took in the décor. “Did you know that St. Patrick was credited in introducing the roman alphabet to Irish monks so that they could preserve their oral history? According to tradition, he arrived in Ireland in 432 AD.”
Drumming his fingers lightly on the table, Gabe looked over the menu, trying desperately to keep the thoughts swirling in his head to a minimum. It was best to talk about things he knew – things he was good at, like history.
Chloe would probably appreciate that. If he didn’t bore her to death in the meantime.
- Character Name: Raine Xavier De’Ath
- Nicknames: None
- Age: 27
- Date Of Birth: 10/31/85
- Species: Werewolf
- Ability (If applicable):
- Pack/Coven (If applicable): Alpha – De’Ath pack
- Marital Status (Includes name of Significant other): Single
- Celebrity Claim: Criss Angel
save me from the dark;;[/color]
I was born a military brat on a large military base in Germany. My Dad was a colonel in the Marines, and my mom was the typical stay at home mom. I’m an only child, so Ma basically gave in to whatever it was I wanted at the time. Dad was a bastard, and a hard core Corps man, which meant that if I stepped outta line, he walloped the shit outta me.
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
I joined the Corps when I was fresh outta high school. I’d always sucked in school, anyways, but I liked shooting stuff. Besides, it was expected of the Colonel’s son. I didn’t really have a choice. I made some real good buddies when they shipped us off to Iraq. One night, we all got drunk off this shitty moonshine someone had managed to make and hide from our superiors. While the five of us were passed out, some son of a bitch bit us all in the neck. When we woke up, skin blazing hot, we all knew something awful had happened. For three days we felt like shit, then, one night, we all changed into these hideous man-wolf creatures. Scared the shit out of us all.
It sucked, but we all handled it like trained warriors do – we figured out a way to use it to our advantage. Since I’d always been a natural leader, I was made the Alpha of our pack. One night on patrol a few months later, our Humvee hit an IED, and I was the only survivor outta the five of us. Those guys were my real family, and I’ve been lonely since I got my medical discharge.
[/center]It sucked, but we all handled it like trained warriors do – we figured out a way to use it to our advantage. Since I’d always been a natural leader, I was made the Alpha of our pack. One night on patrol a few months later, our Humvee hit an IED, and I was the only survivor outta the five of us. Those guys were my real family, and I’ve been lonely since I got my medical discharge.
before I come undone ;;[/color]
- Your Name: Heathyr
- Your Age: 37
- Experience In Rp'ing: 20+ years
- How did you find us?: I *made* us.
- How can we contact you?: AIM – HeathyrBean, MSN – RoseNEmmett@live.com
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Gabe watched silently as Chloe exited the cab, grabbing his bags before she headed inside the small pub, his bags in hand. With a sigh, he unfolded his tall frame from the car, handing the driver enough money to cover the fare and muttering a quick “Grazie” to him.
A quick jog through the rain, and Gabe found himself standing next to Chloe, one of his hands reaching up to riffle through his already tousled hair in nervousness. There were so many things he wanted to say to Chloe, so many things he wanted to tell her about what he saw in her – but he knew he could never verbalize those thoughts to her.
Chloe was like a cement statue covered in steel – damn near impenetrable. Unless she wanted to let him in, Gabe knew he would always be standing on the outside looking in, trying desperately to find some method of connecting with her. At her smile, though, Gabe found himself giving her a tiny smile in return, turning and nodding at the hostess who took them to their seats.
Once they were settled in and the waitress had given them their menus, Gabe took a moment to look around, another small smile settling onto his lips as he took in the décor. “Did you know that St. Patrick was credited in introducing the roman alphabet to Irish monks so that they could preserve their oral history? According to tradition, he arrived in Ireland in 432 AD.”
Drumming his fingers lightly on the table, Gabe looked over the menu, trying desperately to keep the thoughts swirling in his head to a minimum. It was best to talk about things he knew – things he was good at, like history.
Chloe would probably appreciate that. If he didn’t bore her to death in the meantime.