Post by love on Oct 3, 2010 15:28:29 GMT -5
Duruk 'Love' Warsater
"You may be a King, or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later, you dance with the Reaper"
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» You're only released by hate and cured by love.ALIAS Director Duruk
AGE 18, and he does so hate his birthday, not due to its date, but more so that it reminds him that he is a year farther from the cradle and a year closer to the death bed.
GENDER Male.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.
ETHNIC Japanese.
FACTION Ashford Academy - Neutral; planning on creating his own rebellion or joining the Black Knights.
POSITION Currently he is settling down near Ashford Academy, about to begin anew, and this time prepared. Duruk will start at the beginning and rise up to dominate the world. Whether it requires dying twice, destroying god, besting death, or ending time it will be done. His intentions, for good or for evil, are well hidden.
» YOU'RE IN THEN OUT (In's and out's?)PERSONALITY The best I can do to explain Duruk's personality is explain his reactions, usual activity, and personal thoughts that affect his personality; forgive me if this does not give the insight I seek but I simply cannot directly explain Duruk's true personality. Duruk, Love, has a truly complicated personality, or maybe it is utterly simple yet hidden. In either case he is unpredictable and unfazed by others words or seems to ignore both compliments and insults. He keeps a mask on at all times, and lies consistently, his expression rarely changes from that of one who's head is stuck in a hole with a great view; he wears the daydreamers expression. Duruk has many beliefs and is constantly thinking about life, he is stuck in his mind even while in conversation. He treasures freedom and he thinks his emotions constrict him; therefore he rarely socializes with random people and completely hides emotions he despises. Among the emotions he despises are love, hate, and envy; he will almost never express any of these whether it be in private or public. When I say Duruk 'rarely socializes with random people' I mean he will not contact anybody he does not know if the person has nothing to do with him, this is not to be confused with him being an introvert.
There is no word known to me in any language that can describe Duruk; his personality cannot be pinned down. He acts pretty normal in conversation and helps everyone who seeks the benefit of his advice or who are depressed. At times he will talk and enjoy the emotions he deems worthy of having, and at times he will just keep quiet and stare out a window at some natural beauty while thinking of what some deity knows what. He totally ignores the feeling of hate and disregards it in all matters although he still feels it; he does not show hate towards ANYTHING, yet there will probably be a time his surface will be broken, but if this time ever comes then it will be that he has fallen in love and the one he loves has died. If ever he does fall in love (he may already be in love?) then he will completely hide it and probably fear the person he loves; for their life he is forced to protect by intense feelings. Thus this is why Duruk feels constrained by his feelings, he thinks it is not his choice to love, envy, hate, etc, and thus he stays away from emotions that are too intense; for he fears his death. He wants to live because he has a meaning to live, not that he is greedy, but only because he plans on doing something before he dies. Only the few Duruk trust know Duruk even has a goal for his life and of those few none know what it is. Duruk's true intention is yet to be revealed.
Now, for something usually drama-inducing and interesting about Duruk. He has a abnormal want to know other people. It is more of a hobby; he uses words, predicts answers, analyzes, and delves inside people for their personalities. All this he does while wearing a mask and hiding his own personality, although sometimes while reading personalities he is forced to sacrifice some of his own personalities assets to delve deeper. It is just a coincidence that by reading personalities he might give some of his own personality away and therefore create more intense relationships, for the better or worse. It is also just a coincidence that by reading personalities like books he gets a upper hand on the people who he has completely mapped out, and can easily manipulate their personalities towards his benefit. This is a secret hobby Duruk has acquired over time; he is now very experienced with this personality-reading, as he calls it, and has come to the realization that no human can be completely understood due to literally all of the humans he has read doing something astonishingly out of character every once and again. He seems to be piqued by certain people who's personalities are utterly unpredictable and histories a jumble of nonsense, or unknown origins. The mentally insane extremely interest Duruk and he spends a good deal of time laying out their personalities and guessing their histories; for history can affect personalities greatly. Duruk considers reading personalities just something he does for fun yet he tells no soul that he does this for he see's it unnecessary. This may be something that most humans do involuntarily but the difference between Duruk's personality-reading and others is that he delves deeper then just how the person acts, he see's what drives them, their true intentions, how they will react to certain things, and the such.
ADORES
- Chivalry.
- Freedom.
- Optimism.
- Happiness.
- Pessimism.
ABHORS
- Hate.
- Conflicting emotions.
- Love.
- Rashness.
- War.
- Treason.
- Indifference.
SKILLED
- Manipulating.
- Predicting.
- Timing; patience; he awaits the strike.
- Manifesting fear.
FEARS
- The feeling of being overwhelmed by anything that limits such as promises.
- Geass.
- Limitations.
- Natures he can't understand; people who he can't understand.
» MEMORIES, SUPPOSED TO FADE
Father: Stone Warsater [Dead]
Mother: Wellia Warsater [Dead]
HISTORYDuruk' memory stretches from his young 1-digit ages of 6 up to about 18. Duruk was not born in a hospital, but rather quite messily by abusive parents who only care for each other and themselves. Duruk was an experiment subject for their twisted fantasies of varying torture. They found out what hurt, what pierced skin, what made shallow wounds, what made deep wounds, and what what scarred and what didn't by using Duruk as their test subject. To fully grasp what kind of people Duruk's parents were I will have to go into a brief description of them, which I will. Duruk's parents were pretty average people, except for their obsession with wanting fun which they had deprived from hunting; the thrill of the chase and the scream of the victim. They climbed up the hunting ranks as a loving and somewhat insane pair and were quite invincible. They started to only receive boredom from killing legal prey. They started illegal hunting, at first it was just killing rare and dangerous animals but it soon escalated. Humans were caught in the web of prey. Duruk lived for 13 years under a thin line of sanity and a thick line of pain beneath the weak shelter of his parents. He was free and he could roam freely but if he did not come back to the maleficent (opinion-majority-wise) and thought-to-be haunted house of his parents then they would track him and 'experiment' with him through the long hours of the night; at least 3 more hours then usual.
Duruk was a true traveler who reveled in his freedom when he could. Duruk walked plenty throughout the city which he knew not the name of for he was ill-educated if educated at all. Duruk learned the English language through the thievery of his beloved comics from common places he walked to and ran from. Duruk was always a good-looking person, even as a child. Duruk was always both complimented and insulted although he didn't know it due to his ill-education of the English language. Duruk was, and still is, beyond fit for his age for all the physical activity he has done and does. The only thing Duruk was abused by was his parents for his ability to run helped him escape anything else. Duruk lived for five years like this, enjoying his freedom and enduring the pain that walked hand in hand with his marveled freedom. Duruk grew up not knowing the words of kind and touch of a loving parent, he knew not of the friendly reminder of a voice, but rather feared both friendly and unfriendly speech and flew on swift feet from anything noisy. Duruk learned speech through listening to the poor sing. He would always be at carnivals, parties, and the such listening and observing the people that conversed when his parents were away murdering. Duruk' intellect greatly helped him understand others and he soon began becoming social, the townsfolk started to recognize him. Duruk would stay by the homeless on the street corners begging, singing, and doing jaw-gaping tricks, at least to him, for money. The people mostly ignored Duruk as he grew, but they did see him, he was the local wanderer who supposedly slept in the shadows and stole in the day. The passing hobo's who went with the weather were the only ones that recognized and sang to Duruk. Duruk never was able to maintain a homeless-friend due to the seasons chasing them.
Duruk gained acquaintances and started to talk to people, expanding his vocabulary, but he was still cognizant of fear and kept away from their touch; due to this he never acquired friends. Duruk grew to about 13 before the eradication of his town. His parents were simply too cunning to be caught, they hid during the attack on Japan; possibly killing anyone who may of by pure chance stumbled across their, no doubt, perfectly camouflaged hiding spot. Duruk was rejected by his parents and forcefully pushed away from their hiding spot. He was forced to hide in the trash and through sheer luck lived through the destruction of the Japanese. Duruk watched as the people he grew to know were slaughtered easily by what he assumed to be magic weapons of destruction by fellow humans. When the city was 'cleansed' and bathed in blood Duruk came out, now alone. Duruk saw, on the first day of the destruction, his first of now-two life goals; eliminate his parents.
Everything Duruk loved was already dead, the city was now empty. Duruk hunted his parents, he tracked them, but they weren't at their deviously devised hiding spot in the city. A quick goodbye to his hometown was assured once the tracks of his parents were found. Every decapitated, mutilated, and grotesque form of body after the annihilation of the Japanese was buried by Duruk himself. For 5 years he hunted them, his own parents, across only a deity knows how many miles of land. Duruk then killed them with his own bare hands; his prowess and physical strength, ironically supported by his deadly parents, no doubt assured him the advantage in the fight.
This is when, after leaving his parents body to decomposition, Duruk traveled as another homeless and ended up wanting the safety of Ashford Academy. Duruk took a normal job for a year to get his own place and decent clothes. Now he is 18 and awaits the day he goes to Ashford Academy, hopefully getting updated on world events, educated, and then released; he then plans on starting his own rebellion or joining the Black Knights, both for his own goal of domination.
» WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU[/i] being completely disorganized. With a quick yet etiquette tug his torn white sweat shirt was straightened, his blackish white pants were now dirty and asymmetric: the right pant being painted white while the left was black and mostly shreds of its previous symmetric beauty. Heathen sighed before taking a step out of the grotesquely twisted tree's of the black forest, their roots went to unknown depths. Heathen wore a stern face covered in bleeding scratches, most of the scratches being of make by himself; for any observers. A rueful grimace, and gold eyes gleaming with fake anxiety were other noticeable assets that this, Heathen, had. Only the man who stood atop the pillar to his right was aware of his true prowess, aware of the malice-filled lies behind that immoderately strenuous-looking face that, if known, could cause a optimist to suicide.NAME Love
RP-HISTORY About four months, officially-wise that is.
SAMPLE
Heathen dusted himself off with one hand. His clothes were all torn and ragged; Heathen loathed
Heathen briefly let his head roam, observing his stagnant surroundings. Two rows of black pillars stood on either side of him, they stretched northward into the unforgiving lands of Purgatorium and southward, deeper into the pit of Hell. Neither option was encouraging enough to produce a simper, and yet Heathen was holding one back. Heathen stood atop solid black blood, or a very disturbing-looking-and-feeling, to normal folks that is, solid black floor. If he didn't follow the seemingly endless pillars to his North and South then he was bound to be lost for eternity in the West's labyrinths or disorganized and depressed forever in the East's black forest of who's entangled branches seemed to be stretching out for him, Heathen the Elitist.
Duruk was actually young by the standards of demons at the time, his age only being in a 3-digit range. He stood atop a marble black pillar, watching his oppressor with similar malice-filled golden eyes. He wasn't grinning, I couldn't say he was frowning either, he was just watching with a curiously mild, and twitching, expression; those golden eyes the only thing that exposed his true intent. Duruk was positive he could cast off the affliction that his own brother, Heathen the Elitist, had placed upon his younger brother, Duruk Warsater.
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NOTES I'm a oddball. And I love surprises.
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-Yours truly,
Sir Dundu "Duruk" Booshnala
P.S. If Geass is unapproved then just forget the contract and let us say my friend Duruk killed his parents with a
P.S.S Any problems will be fixed if pointed out! I assure you!
P.S.S.S Edified!
P.S.S.S.S. Ignore P.S. 1.
P.S.S.S.S.S. Sorry for all the S', but I feel it necessary until I start massing P', or something of the such. Also, ignore the varying text size differences which I suspect I caused through some elaborate and unseen process, or maybe just some simple process *shrugs* that my laziness may of easily overlooked. My excuse is using Wordpad while I slowly constructed this over portions of my spare times in portions of my life.
