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« Thread Started on Jun 1, 2008, 1:39am » | |
Please post a three paragraph roleplay sample for this character. A picture is also required.
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« Reply #1 on Oct 18, 2008, 1:36am » | |
Oz:
Typically ever-changing Oz only has two things stable in his life: Music and his thoughts.
Oz has lots of thoughts, it just things just get too jumbled when he says them. Monosyllabic is the way for him, and he prefers it that way. When things get too hectic and he needs to relieve his stress from daily life, his music is his expressive side. It allows him to say anything he never could through those vowels and consonants some may call words...
Sunshine bearing down on him, Oz groggily awakens. He finds himself alone, and particularly sad today. He's just had a dream about his only love. Sorrowfully, he allows his feet to slide slowly into his slippers on the cold hardwood floor below the bed, and his arms slide into his navy-blue terry-cloth robe loosely.
"If only..." He thought as he made his way to the bathroom. "If only I had thought about me for once..."
It was a selfish thought. He couldn't help thinking if he had let Veruca go that night, and stayed in his cage alone... things may have been okay. Willow's red hair would be next him. Her smell, her smile...
Thoughts were consuming him again. He looked up into the mirror at his scruffy and groggy expression. He scratched at his stubble on his jawline.
"Hmm."
Time to relieve stress again. He walked to his amp, flicked the power switch to see a glowing red bulb...
Time to express himself, once again.
Alone...
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