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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:10 pm
This journal is for ropin and ridin's use only. Fellow Pae'il owners, and people with explicit permission may/may not post. Dropping off of gifts is also/not allowed. Please contact ropin and ridin if you would like to be able to post here.
:[ Name ]:
Tyrone
:[ Gender ]:
Male
:[ Generation ]:
First
:[ Owner ]:
ropin and ridin
:[ Personality ]:
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Pae'il (c) Antidia
Created by - Tiaphanu
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:07 pm
Alright Ropin spill... what's going on in here?!
- *coughs* well my tasty little treats... I mean friends, looks like you just stumbled upon my journal! -
- So how's it feel to be a snack for da Ropin? JK <.<... >.> but feel free to lurk and read, just don't post unless I give the okay. -
-Well basically I'll be using this journal for some random rp's of mine and keeping track of important events. -
Ps: Da Ropin is crazeh... neva forget dat foo!
Inside the box- er, I mean contents!
Tyrone and current stage
Contents
About Ropin (the character)
Gift art and my artness!
Friends and Family
-__- Ropin, why is Tyro like this?!
Meet the real Tyrone (rp character)
The story begins!
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:08 pm
All About Ropin Name: Ropin N. Riden Gender: female Age: 17 Grade: 11th Race: Human... unless cowgirls are from another planet. Height: 5ft 7in Weight: 130 lbs Hair Color: BLUE! Eye Color: deep blue Likes: Horses, the ranch life, bull ride'n cowboys! xd Dislikes: cruelty to animals, never-ending questions, things she fails at.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:09 pm
Gift Art And My Art ~Sometimes I will get the random urge to draw stuff, and who knows in the near future sometime I might get an urge to draw my pae, or other character. For I am crazy and psycho and I do stuff like that. x_X;; But anyway this is where I will be posting art by me... as well as any gift art I might recieve for my pae.~ My art ~None at the time~Gift arts~None at the time~
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:13 pm
Friends and Family
Friends
~Tyrone has no friends, he simply does not care to keep close ties with others.~
Family
~... like this will ever happen. ._.;; The Anti-social freak.~
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:30 pm
Ropin, why is Tyro like this?! *bops*
My doing: When I first got my pae I guess I was kinda intimadated about how well known and fast moving Fifth Age was, and kinda stayed away from the place until I lurked enough to figure out how to rp. I got one rp from a friend, but after that I guess I was kinda leery to ask for rp from other people that seemed to know their pae and everyone else, as well as what's going on. Ugh, I regret not diving head first into the unknown now, maybe Tyro would have turned out differently. Now though, I'm slowly trasitioning from lurker to rp'er, just don't expect me to be a social butterfly. *Gasp* The truth has been revealed... ROPIN IS SHY!
Rp Purposes: As a child Tyrone had a bit of a rebellious streak and ran away from Ropin, feeling the attachtment with this being was out of control and the darkness in his soul would some day ruin her. To avoid this he decided to never see her again and try to escape the shadow that was forming over his heart. Unfortunatly, breaking his only bond of compassion only proved to excellerate it's growth. By the time he was an adult Tyro's heart had completely blackened over, as had his internal organs and blood; tainted with evil. Growing bitter, malice filled, and completely uncontrolled Tyrone nearly went back to the HQ to finish off what ever tie he still had with Ropin; for good. But some part of him realized this was wrong, with this his body rejected the evil. A large black scar still remains on his chest where his ribs split on their own and expelled the darkness from his body. One thing about this though, is that along with the darkness, his compassion was gone as well. Nearly an empty shell to basic feeling Tyrone doesn't care for the bonds of friendship or the tie to enemies. But just maybe, one powerful emotion; be it love, despair or hate... just might break through.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:51 pm
[align=center][i]Rukia’s Confession.. [/i][/align]
“Naniii..? Hayaku! Ugokée.. ugoké!!.. Ne Doshite.. Quick!, Movee.. Move! Whyy.. Why did I come here, if not to win.. Aizen! I won’t let you get away, not again.. not this time.. teme-kono yarou!
[IMG]http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee341/keichi_gravz/bleach146.jpg[/IMG]
Deep inside the cave, in the darkness sounds of footsteps running out of a cave could be heard, her sandals engraved the floor as she ran faster and faster, even her legs were getting numb. “I hope I get there in time, damn it Ichigo!, don’t do anything foolish before I get there..” “At least maybe the Hollow inside might keep him from getting a nasty wound” ..
[i]A sad, suspenseful song plays(violin solo).. "Never Meant to Belong" by Sagisu Shiro (A Bleach soundtrack)
[/i]
Moments later she sees a bright light, it’s the exit of the cave, “finally..” At that very moment, she hears Ichigo’s vicious hollow raging with it’s crazy, greedy, wild voice. A wild black reiatsu flings and strikes the air again and again.
As she runs forth the light infront of her eyes becomes so bright she can hardly see. She turns her head to the side then, suddenly, all of a sudden she stopped running. She is absolutely petrified by what reveals to her. With two hands Sosuke Aizen, grasping his sword firmly, giving the last fatal lunge, he whispers.. “this time, with or without the help of that hollow of yours, you will die.. Kurosaki,.. Ichigo..” Uu.. urusé! said Ichigo faintly, but at that moment his Bankai disappears and the dark aura surrounding his sword fades away. His mask breaks.. tiny bits of white and black fall on the grass stained by his own blood. Ichigo falls to the ground revealing his sleepy now restful, dormant features of his face.
[IMG]http://i352.photobucket.com/albums/r359/keimiga/Bleach/ichigo_animestockscom_071.jpg[/IMG]
Rukia collapses to her knees.. A rush of adrenaline pumps into her body. Her heart starts beating faster , pounding, she could barely breath, it was like she was having child asthma. As her skin went pale and her eyes widenned. Aizen, lifts Ichigo with one hand, then pins him to the tree by taking his sword and striking it into his shoulder through the stem of the tree. He then walked away from the battle, with a smirk, saying: “You were never a challenge for me, I-chigo..” “See you in hell, or maybe you’re already in it.. either way we’re done here” As he adjusts his glasses with his index, he walks past Rukia without even looking at her, as though she wasn’t even there.
[i]A tragic song starts playing in the background: "Here to Stay" by Sagisu Shiro (Bleach soundtrack)[/i]
As a quiet discreteful breeze comes by, small leaves were starting to fall. At the giant tree here lied Ichigo pinned to the stem of the tree, torn apart, fractured and with Aizen’s sword in his shoulder. Sitting there, blood dripped out the wound. Rukia presses her fingers into the soil, gets up then rushes to Ichigo’s side while tears drip off her cheeks. “Ichigo.. as she frowns-.. no I won’t let you die, not now, you just can’t die now” She grasps Aizen’s sword starting to pull it out from the tree stem and out of his body, but he takes her hands gently, and says with a weak but yet confident voice: “No leave it, it really is the end for me this time.. I know I can feel it inside me Rukia” “Baka! Don’t you dare die on me.. I won’t forgive you” -shes sobs. And with a faint smile he says: “I.., I never told you how much I..” No.. shaking the tears off her face- don’t say another word I already know.. sniffs- you need to save your strength, because Orihime is coming.. they’re all coming, Ichigo. She leans over and clings to his neck pressing against him tightly. Her tears wet his kimono. He closes his eyes slowly. The gentle breeze blows through Ichigo’s short blond hair. A moment of silence takes over the area, nothing is heard except the breezy wind. Rukia sleeps in his arms the rest of dusk, it was the shortest night of her life.
Barely a few hours later, Rukia puts her forehead to his and says, “I just want you to know the truth, “Rukia you don’t hav.. t.. ..” No, Ichigo you’ve always been right about everything despite what the other Soul Reapers from Soul Society said, you’ve always cared and been there for your friends, that’s why you’ve always been the best of us” she then puts her hands on his cheeks and while her head turns to the side she slowly kisses Ichigo on the lips. As Ichigo fades out, and his eyes turn darker, the orange yellowish sun is starting to rise slowly, his last words come out: “Tell Inoue and the others, I will always be there in their heart”
[IMG]http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e52/i_LoVe_aNiME_05/BLEACH/Rukia/RUKIA5.jpg[/IMG]
Its dawn, moments later, Inoue reaches the exit of the cave. The sun is out on a dark shade of yellow, shes sees only Ichigo’s dead corpse at the gaint tree, his black kimono torn apart, and a small black butterfly is seen flapping its’ wings.. –Inoue’s eyes become watery. As they all arrive behind her, - she starts sobbing, she squeezes her fists, angry of how powerless she was, and still is. “If only I had been stronger.. Ichigo.. I will never forgive myself, i’m so sorry” she leans back to the wall of the cave, puts both her hands infront of her -covering her dripping face.
[IMG]http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh58/angelhalo777/bleach/butterfly.jpg[/IMG]
It starts raining but Abarai Renji, Rangiku Matsumoto, Hitsugaya Toushirou and all the others gather around Ichigo’s corpse. Orihime is pouring her heart out. Ishida, who is one of the only few amongst the others who isn’t weeping puts his hand on Orihime’s shoulder and says: “Aizen will pay for this, as a Quincy, I swear it on my life”..
[IMG]http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii37/Anime13bleach31/Ishida/592979.jpg[/IMG]
At Ichigo’s funeral Orihime did not attend, neither did Ishida nor Chad, they refused to acknowledge his death. Renji was the first to put a rose in his tomb, on his grave was written: “Rest In Peace Kurosaki, Ichigo. Friend to all of us, and we will miss you dearly, more than you would have ever known.” Kuchiki, Rukia was never seen after that day, she disappeared and no one knew what ever happened to her..
[i]A sad, sorrowful, yet, at the same time serene song starts playing in the background: Now we are free by Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard.[/i]
[IMG]http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p4/shadow_wolf_86/Bleach/Rukia/Manga/11.gif[/IMG]
[align=center]Dedicated to Moka_San: written as per the real script might have been,
I hope this will inspire you for your next scripts to come..[/align]
[align=center]Characters written were based on the Animated Series: Bleach[/align]
Tribute to Ichigo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PytPmqM8iQ&feature=related
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 2:40 pm
The Story Begins It had been quite some time since the Pae had contact with anyone. Especially Ropin, but he perfered to keep as much distance between himself and her as possible. The demon of a Pae at the moment was on his own as usual, standing quietly amongst the shadows of the forest. He had made this his home, not a very good one he might add, but a life of solitude that he fancied above anything else. Why? He was the closest thing to anti-social the dictionary could get to. Not because he was shy or afraid, but the red demon with the black scar across his chest simply did not feel the need to express moments of his life with another. With a deep sigh of nothingness he flicked his blonde hair away from his eyes and sank down to the ground, absorbing the silence as if it were his own life-force. Ropin came to his mind again, but he swatted the thought away as if it were an annoying bug buzzing to closely to his ears. There was nothing to do, nothing that needed to be done. Tyrone lived his life in this seclusion, doing as he must, and nothing that didn't suit his taste on the morbid outlook of life he had chosen to live.
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