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MORE RPer'S:
My Birth Name: Alexander Roe Kaid
My Friends Call Me: Kaid
The Number Of Candles On My Cake This Year: 18
If You Were To Measure Me: 6'2''
The Cursed Scale Says: 170
I Am A: Male
I Like: Straight
The Awesome Element Of My Live: Fire
The Life That I've Lived So Far: Alexander was the offspring of a lusty affair of his father and one of his workers. He stayed with the lady for a while till she got tired of being a mom and sent him to an orphanage. Alex was always a wild child; taking toys and food from the other kids. A family adopted him, and his wild steak only became wilder. He usually kept to himself at school, unless provoked by the snobby rich kids in his class.
He had ran away from home at the age of 14, and he stumbled upon an old shack that was flickering with flames inside. Curious, Alex walked up to it to see a man manipulating flames from the palm of his hand. Gasping just a little too loudly, the man saw him there and smiled a wicked smile. Snapping his fingers, the flames entwined around Alex, not burning him, but still searing hot. The man told him to walk closer, and not having much of a choice, he did. The man placed his left hand onto Alex's forehead and said words in a foreign language, and Alex felt a surge of energy pass through his entire body, a scream leaving his lips as he felt fire tear at his back.
Slumping in happy defeat, the man simply said, "My power is your problem now."
The Summary Of Me: Alex cannot be contained. He hates small places, so he is a bit claustrophobic. He tries to keep quiet and to himself, but someone always has to say something to get him riled up. Alex, when fighting, seems to go into a haze and can see nothing but red, and a bit cocky when fighting, thinking that no one is better than him.
The Things In Life That Make Me Smile:
+ Training
+ Nature
+ Women
+ Fast Cars
+ Reading
+ Music
+ 'The Catcher In The Rye'
Those Things That I would Kill If I Could:
- Coffee
- Mints
- Cinnamon
- Pizza
- Brash People
- His Father
- His Adoptive Parents
- Phony People
Other Things You Should Know: Has a scar from the back of his neck to the middle of his spine from when the power transfer happened.
My New Home Is: 2
The Person I Obey: Durza_Niteshade07
Appearance: http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n359/Starcrest_Moonfall/sugaiannoyed.jpg
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Username: Durza_Niteshade07
Character Name: Alexander Roe Kaid, Goes by Kaid
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Race: Dark Elf
Powers/Special Abilities: Heightened sense of Hearing and Speed. Has the power to camouflage himself to his surroundings.
Past:Trained in his village of Vore, Kaid was trained to be an archer, but found that to be a boring task, and instead wanted the high-risk, action-packed life of crime. Learning stealth from the assassin's guild, he soon became one of the best in his village's history. He acquired his camouflage ability through a dream, it seems, since no one else has ever even heard of such a power. The elders want him to expand his knowledge of his powers and see if it can be taught to others, so they agreed to send Kaid to St. Carmilla's to see what would become of it.
Personality: Seemingly surrounded by a mysterious aura, Kaid usually keeps to himself. Not by choice, but usually because others are scared of him. Therefore, he has become cold to others, especially humans, who think they're so much better than any other race. A bit arrogant, Kaid is just focusing on his next big steal.
Other: On a mission, Kaid suffered a long scar going down his back that sometimes causes insufferable pain to wrack his body, rendering him motionless.
Dorm: #7
Appearance: http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g24/sephiroths_angel07/Vampire-2.jpg?t=1228107557
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My name is Alexander Roe Kaid, but you can call me Kaid. I was born 382 years ago, and I'm in 11th grade. I am new to Vahlia Academy, and I will reside in dorm B2, and I call the bottom bunk! Well, not to brag, but I am really a confident/arrogant, flirtatious/alluring, light-hearted, joking, serious, focused individual.. Hmmm, last time I checked, I was male, but who knows...I'm Straight, is that odd to you? My story is basically something like this....
My father was a holy man. He swayed people's belief with only his powerful words and phrases. He could turn a sinner to a saint in an instant. I had been training to become a preacher like father, but that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a novelist; to write stories about the world! But father would not hear of such aristocratic ideas.
There was a coven of vampires that father had been slandering about, and after months of the verbal abuse, they tired of it and attacked. The church was burning, and father kept on preaching. I saw one of the demons closing in on him, and rushed to his aide, taking the force of the fangs instead of him. Seconds from death, father flung the monster aside and we escaped.
But we did not escape unharmed.
I was turning, and father was at a loss for words. The demons and sinners and unholy beings he had been going on and on about was now his own flesh and blood. The very thought of it reduced him to tears. I ran away, not wanting to hurt father anymore.
That was several decades ago. Now, I have come to terms with what I am, and I'm aware that I can't change it.
And I don't really want to.
Well, that's my life, and pretty much everything else about me...Oh wait, I forgot about my weakness. Girls. I don't kill them, they're too soft and kind and beautiful. And watch out for my claws. The claws on my left hand have been elongated and sharpened to where I can almost cut diamonds with them. Well other than that, I like the dark, music, girls, snow, and Chaos., but really hate teddy bears, socks, rain, limits, and scum who hurt women.. Oh, and did I mention I am a Vampire?
Appearance: http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc244/NippeNapp/Anime/Vampire8.jpg
 Durza_Niteshade07 · Thu Feb 05, 2009 @ 08:37pm · 0 Comments |
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All alone, I cry these tears.
All alone, I face my fears.
In the night I drain my eyes
Of all the things that keep my alive.
I try to flush out all thoughts of you
and of all my other solitudes.
My heart aches,
deeply,
slowly,
silently.
No one knows of the hell I endure
For I keep it all inside a door.
A door that no one has to the key to
For it has been buried within you.
All alone, I live my life,
and that is how I expect to die.
Alone in the dark
with no one for warmth
to die cold,
desolate,
alone,
and crying.
The tears burn my eyes
because they come from the heart,
but my heart is in pieces,
weeping from the sorrow I silently endure.
I grieve in solitude,
not letting anyone in.
I'm afraid to bother them
and annoy my friends.
So I bear my burden as I should.
Cold,
desolate,
alone,
and crying.
Forever,
in the dark nights.
Durza_Niteshade07 · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 04:32am · 3 Comments |
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I'm tired of being alone.
I want someone to hold,
to laugh with,
to just be around!
The loneliness is slowly eating away at my heart,
and I can't take it anymore!
Am I not good enough?
Am I too ugly,
stupid,
fat,
WHAT?!
...
I just don't know anymore.
Are they not good enough for me?
WHAT IS IT?
I'm sick of this!!
When I see all my friends with the ones they love,
it makes me feel as if I'll never have anyone to love me...
ya know?
And it hurts!
There's a crack in my heart,
and I need someone to fix it.
It's been there for a pretty long time now.
And I'm scared that if no one mends it,
It's gonna break all together.
I dunno why I'm writing this.
Guess I needed to get it out...
Durza_Niteshade07 · Sat Jan 20, 2007 @ 03:50pm · 2 Comments |
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I want my first blog to be happy, positive, and totally awesome.
Cause in the future, they might be sad
or stuff...so yeah...
MY MOMMY.
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I love my mommy.
I am a momma's girl in some ways.
My mother, Carol Jean Eberhart-West, is the best person I know.
She's smart,
caring,
loving,
supporting,
beautiful,
and just all-around the best.
I wouldn't be here today without her.
And not just the birth-giving part,
but all of it.
When I'm upset,
she cheers me up.
When I'm happy,
she's happy with me.
But most of all,
when I tell her my plans for the future,
she supports all that I say and tells the facts.
That it's gonna be hard,
but I can do it.
And she helps me.
Yeah, me and my mom argue A LOT,
but mainly about stupid things.
Some of our arguements are funny.
But my mom is my best friend.
I tell her everything that's going on within me.
For all that she's done for me;
gave me life,
gave me a home,
cooks the best food ever,
talks to me,
keeps me in line,
reminds me about stuff,
I know I'll never be able to repay her.
But that's the main reason that I want to be wealthy in my future.
To buy her all that she and my dad have ever wanted.
She wants to live in Canada.
So I told her that when I'm a famous lawyer,
that I'd buy her a house in Canada.
She is my inspiration.
I have to do well in school and college.
Because I have to buy her that house in Canada.
I know I've said I'm scared of spiders, and watertowers,
but my worst fear is
failing her,
or disappointing her.
I'm not scared of her yelling at me,
I'm scared of seeing the look of disappointment on her face
because of something I've done.
That would kill me.
I love my mommy more than anything in this whole world;
even cheese.
And she knows that.
A few days ago, she said something that,
when I thought about it long enough,
made me cry.
I was driving up to McDonald's by myself,
and she said,
"If anything happens to you, they can go ahead and dig my grave."
I didn't think about that till that night, but it made me cry.
No one will ever love me more than my mommy,
and I accept that.
I wouldn't WANT anyone to love me more than she does.
She's the reason I'm able to be happy,
to have fun,
to be free.
Mom.
I love you.
I love you more than these feeble words can say.
And I promise,
one day,
you will be living in a mansion in Canada.
I swear.
Durza_Niteshade07 · Thu Jan 18, 2007 @ 04:11am · 2 Comments |
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