Post by --ZoMbIe PaNdA-- on Aug 22, 2011 17:33:34 GMT -5
zombie panda
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Who are you?
What do you look like?
How are you different?
Who is behind your face?
[/size] .X. .X. Who are you?
- Name:: Zombie Panda
- Gender:: Male
- Human or Zombie:: Zombie
What do you look like?
- Eye Color:: Gray
- Hair Color:: Black
- Skin Color:: Very pale
- Height:: 3'5''
- Weight:: 75
- Brief Description of Appearance::
- Picture::
How are you different?
- Personality:: Panda isn't an evil Zombie, so to speak. He has quite the conscious, and eve though he feels the need to harm people, he doesn't. He is a truly sweet little boy, just not how he should've been. He tries to control his instinct but sometimes fails. He isn't perfect, after all.
- History:: Panda was changed when he was young. His parents were slain before his eyes, and for some reason, someone had the sick twisted idea to make him suffer this way for the rest of his time on Earth. Panda got his name by the outfit he wears, and his sweet, innocent demeanor.
Who is behind your face?
- Your Name:: Tiffany
- Nicknames:: Call me what you want
- Age:: 15
- RP Experience:: Long 'nuff
- RP Sample:: It was a dark night; the sky was clear. The stars were shining brightly in the sky. A chilly wind blew from the north, making the prince want to turn and go back to the castle. Not yet, though. Later on it would be better. It would be worth it to get a little peace for today, for tomorrow would be hectic. He could tell already. Just because of all the servants attitudes and actions lately. He could tell they were looking forward to having the day off. Too bad for some of them, because they might actually end up doing a little work. Lucien had hired people to do most of it but, his servants could handle a little. It wasn’t like they were overworked or anything.
Lucien unsheathed his sword and shoved it into the soft earth, getting down on one knee. A prayer wouldn’t kill him, would it? He didn’t know what to say or do, so he didn’t it silently and in the way he thought best. Sure, he was really inexperienced, but still. It may be worth it later on. Standing up, he sheathed his sword and started back toward the castle. He felt that he had ventured far enough away to be left in silence. Hopefully Patsy wasn’t freaking anyone out or ordering anyone around. That holoform could get Lucien into a lot of trouble if he wasn’t careful. Patsy was a jerk sometimes.
As the castle came into view the prince looked around once more before heading around to the back entrance. After opening the door and sneaking in, he realized something. He was sneaking into his own home. How strange. Looking around he headed down into the dungeon, nodding to a few guards as he passed them. It was nice to have people who were your friends. With his feet making soft padding sounds on the steps, he snatched a torch off the wall and continued forward. Looking around, he realized that most o his prisoners had been released. That was a good thing, though, because he didn’t like having too many extra mouths to feed. That and most of them hadn’t done anything completely wrong. Lucien wasn’t the one who condemned them. His guards were.
Lucien continued on, heading into the spare cell; the interrogation chamber, if you will. Beyond this chamber was the torture chamber, which was never used. Not since Lucien had came into power. Heading forward yet some more, he opened the door to the torture chamber and stepped inside. Heading all the way back into the darkest corner he clambered into the Iron Maiden, closing the door carefully. This was a fake Iron Maiden; used for smuggling prisoners out and entering the Damned Magician’s old chamber. Lucien had figured it out around four years ago, only entering the chamber via the main way. He had now preferred the back way; making it there a little bit more stealthily than normal. That and he didn’t have to jump on top of his statue.
Upon reaching the chamber, he groaned and swiped up the keys. Heading up the stairs he unlocked the always locked door and turned around. Locking the door back up, he traveled up to his chambers. After changing into his pajamas he flopped down on his bed and buried his head into the pillows. Tomorrow would be the day he got married. Sighing lightly he pulled the covers over his body and fell asleep.
