Post by Luke Denmark on Nov 9, 2011 15:43:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=style, background-color: #CD2626; border-top: 6px solid #CD2626; border-bottom: 6px solid #CD2626; border-right: 6px solid #CD2626; border-left: 6px solid #CD2626; opacity: 0.85; -moz-opacity: 0.85;][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,ffffff,true][bg=CD2626][atrb=width,490,true][atrb=height,330,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Luke Denmark    NAME. Luke Denmark AGE. Eighteen GENDER. male GROUP. civilian OCCUPATION. Owns a Martial Arts school. POSITIVE TRAITS. Fighting. Running. Endurance. Willpower. Patience. Kindness. Swordsmanship. Knowledge of weaponry. NEGATIVE TRAITS. He's got a bit of a temper. He takes challenges a little too seriously. He often pushes himself too hard to reach his goals. Luke is a bit too trusting for his own good. When he's angry, he rarely thinks before he attacks. LIKES. Training. His little brother. His flute necklace. Reaching a new goal during training. Martial arts. DISLIKES. The dark. Bullies. When his parents are insulted.Having his necklace taken. Being made fun of for his height. GOALS. To see his little brother become the best he can be. To become the best fighter he can possibly be. FEARS. The dark. Losing his brother and godfather. SKILLS. Swordsmanship. Playing the flute. HISTORY. When he was a child, Luke was constantly playing games with his imagination and he always dreamed of becoming a martial artist like his father. He was tall for his age, and he followed his dad around like a shadow, insisting that the man show him everything he knew about fighting. Luke insisted on becoming a fighter, even if he was too young. He was a very optimistic child. He often played with the children in his neighborhood, and when he was five, a small girl discovered one of his greatest weaknesses. Having his hair stroked. His mother would stroke it when he was sleepy or upset and it always made him melt like butter. In a daze of happiness when the girl stroked his hair, he agreed to marry her before he even knew what marriage meant. The girl skipped off before he could ask her what she meant and it confused him. By the age of six, his parents were killed by a strange man. It had been a night like any other, except for the fact that his mother had given him a hand carved wooden flute. Then, as they were about to eat dinner the power was cut, plunging them all into darkness. He wasn't scared at first, he just figured it all a game. Until he heard his mother scream and there was a thud. Then, the lights came back on and there it was. The man. He was both ugly and terrifying. Blood coated the meat cleaver he held in his hand and the eyes. Those eyes were almost delighted! It went for his father next who roughly shoved Luke back. "Luke run!" He shouted but he was already in the creature's grip. Luke remembered screaming at the murderer, telling him to let his daddy go. He begged his mother to get up, but in the back of his mind he knew she wouldn't. His father begged the monster to spare his son while at the same time yelling at the little boy to run away. Luke obeyed, but only after seeing his father die too. Then he ran but the man caught up to him in seconds, slicing open his face with his long meat cleaver and then doing the same to his arm. Luke almost passed out there from shock and pain but then, the man spoke to him. "Run." He breathed "Before I change my mind. And tell everyone Barry the Chopper was feeling nice!" and run Luke did. All the way out into the street, stumbling and falling until finally he ran into the road and was nearly struck by a car. He passed out then and awoke in a hospital. About a week after the attack, his dad's best friend, Ignatius came by and quickly signed some papers, confirming that in the absence of his parents, he was to be Luke's legal guardian. Iggy promised him that he'd take care of the little guy and raise him properly. Iggy took over Luke's training as a fighter and found out that like his father, Luke was to be a martial artist as well. And so they moved to Central where they still reside today. Four years after the attack, Iggy came home with a surprise, a baby boy from the adoption agency. He'd been trying to adopt him for quite some time. Luke instantly loved the infant and took it into his arms and held him. The two boys bonded over the year until Charles, or Skittles as Luke called him (because Charles had gotten into a game of skittles and was delighted at it), and they soon became almost inseparable. Luke was constantly with the little baby and both were very happy. Luke was often playing with his brother by placing him inside a laundry basket and running behind it, pushing it in front of him while making ‘vroom vroom’ sounds loudly. This amused both boys to no end. When the young boy became tired, he’d flop to the floor on his back and Skittles would curl up next to him. Iggy would find them moments later sleeping peacefully together, Luke holding onto the baby’s miniscule hand. FACE CLAIM. Ouran High School Host Club & Tamaki Souh ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. He lay on his back in the bed, waiting for Renata to announce Ella's arrival and .....waiting....and waiting. Aro rolled his eyes and got up, adjusting his clothes. "What the hell happened? Did she get lost or something?" He grumbled, knowing full well Ella would probably never get lost inside the castle she knew so well. And what was taking Renata so long? Did she get distracted somehow? He'd never known Renata to get distracted by....anything! He headed for the door and down the halls again. He felt on top of the world! Not only had he handed Demetri's pompous ass to him, he'd impressed Ella again! He knew he had. There was no way he didn't! Today was a good day and nothing could go wrong. Nothing at all. He passed by Renata on his way to the throne room and stared down at her, disapproval and a hint of worry on his face. "What's taking so long?" He asked, "I asked you to bring Ella to me tonight not tomorrow." He pointed out, "....Oh forget it. I'll get her myself." He said, waving a hand carelessly, a smile on his face. He grabbed the handle of the door and it opened without a sound. He stepped into the room and at that exact moment, his world was shattered. His face fell into an expression of confusion and wonder and he stared in utter silence at the scene before him. He didn't move. He didn't blink. He didn't even breathe. He just....watched. He watched as Demetri kissed Ella hard and she kissed him right back just as passionately, if not more. The man moaned lowly and Ella pulled him closer, caressing his body with her hands. Then, she spoke the four words that finished the job. 'Demetri....I love you'. No! She wasn't supposed to say that! She wasn't supposed to kiss the traitor back! She was supposed to knee him in the groin! Shove him away! Slap him! Rip his head off! Anything! Anything but confess her love to him. Aro's expression twisted in a cruel mockery of the happiness that had been on it moments before. Without a word he strode over to the pair and seized Demetri by the hair, nails digging cruelly into his scalp. He thrust him across the room with enough force to send him spinning like a top. He dropped a handful of the man's hair onto the floor and then rounded on Ella. The expression his face was enraged, and he stared down at her in a way he'd never looked at her before. With hatred. He stepped closer to her and she stepped back. In the corner of his mind, the most violent nature whispered dark thoughts to him. Kill her. it said, She deserves it. Let me take over. Let me show her what happens when she messes with us. it went on to say and Aro shook his head hard, banishing the thoughts, squashing down the evil desire. Then, his rage crumbled and again he stared at her in a way he'd never looked at anyone before, least of all her. The heartbreak and torment was plain on his face and his eyes were filled with sadness. Had he been human, he most certainly would have been crying. "Why?" He whispered and that one word was ragged and so very sad, as if he actually were weeping as he spoke it. "Why Ella?" he asked again, "Wasn't I enough?" he gripped her chin in one hand, forcing her to look at him, struggling with himself not to kill her. MY NAME IS Sarah AND I'VE BEEN BREATHING AIR FOR 24 YEARS. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR nine years. MY OTHER CHARACTER'S ARE Richard William Adams. |
