Posts by kaze

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  • the good suffer, the evil flourish [open] and all that is mortal passes away

    done.


    Hazen Köhler - shadow hunter -

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  • all of us lost something. [p] some of us lost everything.

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    Hazen Köhler traced the grooves and dips of the battle-churned earth, watching as a drop of blood met the soil, disappearing within it's ranks. Her breathing slowed back to normal, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. The cold mud pressed against the clothed knee she was leaning on, seeping through and touching her skin, sending a chill through her body. After a few moments of silent recuperation, the young woman straightened her back and stood to her feet. Hazen flicked a strand of hair from her line of view, noticing how the liquid on her forehead appeared on her fingertips.
    Blood...?
    Yes, blood, but not her own. The young woman raised a forearm, brushing it across the skin of her forehead, allowing the material of her sleeve to soak up the foreign body fluid. She soon became aware that she was gripping a Kunai in her hand, so she released her tight grip and placed it in it's sheath, alongside many other Kunai. Lifting her chin and inhaling through her nose, Hazen scanned the battle-ridden clearing with calm, dark blue optics. Stepping forward, she picked up a few of her Shuriken and Kunai here and there. Just as the young woman was retrieving her last Kunai, the voice of their leader carried swiftly throughout the crisp night air. Hazen straightened, craning her neck to see friendly movement near the noble-standing pines. The Shadow-hunter hastily brushed off her Kunai on the cloth of her pants, sheathing it along with the others, and joining the group in a few steady strides. She heavy-liddedly blinked at their leader with a blank expression as he spoke, setting her jaw and digging her booted heel into the disturbed soil. Out of the corner of her watchful eye, she noticed Gavin, her trusted Parabatai. For some reason, she always knew when he was near and when he was not. Just like when you feel the presence of someone in the same room as you, but you can't see them. It was like that no matter where they were. Hazen looked back to their leader, anticipating their departure.
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  • all of us lost something. [p] some of us lost everything.

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    [align=center]//bump


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  • Life of scars and war {Shadowhunter adv applications}

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    Kōri Uzumaki




    GENDER
    Female




    AGE
    Twenty-one




    DATE OF BIRTH
    October 10th, 1994




    BIRTHPLACE
    Minato, Japan (ethnicity is not Japanese)




    CHOSEN WEAPON
    Kunai (throwing knives) and Shuriken




    THEMESONG
    Diver - NTTW
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    [b]CLOTHING STYLE
    Black, brown, army green, and other musty colors. Lots of ripped materials slung over, random pins and straps here and there, grungy, you know the style.




    HEIGHT/WEIGHT
    175 cm, 54 kg (probably about 5'9"/5'10" and 120-22 lbs)




    HAIR COLOR
    Dirty blonde with natural, ashy blonde highlights here and there




    EYE COLOR
    Aegean blue




    BODY MODIFICATIONS
    A small tattoo on the side of her chest, just under her upper arm saying '原点,' meaning "origin."




    FACECLAIM
    Eliza Taylor
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    [b]PERSONALITY
    Kōri is wise in her actions. She will do what she thinks is right, and granted by her her un-age-like wisdom, it usually is. She is patient and even though she may not show it, is very kind. Kōri is very determined, and sometimes people can look at her in her peak and think, 'stubborn.' She's not very talkative at all, and she only speaks her opinions when she thinks it's necessary. She speaks her opinions through her actions; what she does.




    LIKES
    -Shrines
    -Sakura (cherry blossoms)
    -Dango (literally the best sweet-dumplings ever)
    -Ramen
    -Making ramen
    -Thinking about ramen
    -Basically everything involving ramen
    -Training
    -Being in the presence of friends and loved ones, but that silent presence. (Like those times when you Skype/FaceTime a friend and just sit there for five hours without saying more than two words)




    DISLIKES
    -Sterotypes
    -Annoying/talkative people
    -Menma (a popular -in my opinion, disgusting- ramen topping)
    -Push-overs
    -Sexists
    -Excluders
    -Being productive
    -Idiots




    STRENGTHS
    -Courage
    -Leadership
    -Persuasiveness
    -Athletic build/nature
    -Nimbleness
    -Agility
    -Weaponry specialties
    -Cooking ramen




    WEAKNESSES
    -Appreciation of beauty
    -Extreme regard for life in all forms
    -Cares for Down-worlders
    -Struggles in social situations
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    [b]HISTORY
    Kōri Uzumaki was born into a family of three in Minato, Japan. She was dearly loved by her parents and enjoyed it when they visited Tokyo and shrines across the country. When she turned three years old, her younger brother, Shimaru, was born. Kōri didn't take it as hard as her parents thought she would. In fact, the news of a brother, while it did sadden her, somehow brought her joy. She could teach Shimaru what she had learned about the world, and she could show him all of the amazing things she had seen in her three years of living. Four years later, the Uzumaki family had another little boy. Seven year old Kōri and four year old Shimaru weren't sure how to react. Kōri was feeling the same things as she was when her first sibling was born, if a little less. Shimaru, however, was irate. The usually calm, reserved four year old was outraged at the thought of his attention being shared even more! When it was the day, they both went to witness Hashirama's birth. One of the things the family reflected over for years was Shimaru's reaction.
    "Darn! He looks just like Kōri! What? 'Hashirama?' What kind of name is that?!"
    After that, they called him 'Hashi.' That was an interesting day. Anyway, moving on, the Uzumaki family lived happily and peacefully in Minato, Japan for seven years after Hashirama's birth. When Kōri's thirteenth birthday rolled around, that's when she noticed she was different. That's when her parents sat her down and gave her the talk. Not the talk; Shadow-Hunter families have different kind of talks. Basically, it's "you're a exaggerated demon killer and so are your siblings and your parents. And oh, by the way, here's the history of our kind that dates back a thousand some years!"
    Kōri Uzumaki was a Shadow-Hunter.
    Poof, several years later, they were long gone from Minato, Japan and doing a different kind of work. Kōri was nineteen, Shimaru was sixteen, and Hashirama was twelve. Three young Shadow-hunters. The New Order had ready developed and taken its post against the Nephilim long before they were born, and several battles over right and wrong were taking place. Since their father was out on a battle, the Uzumaki kids' mother had finally decided to let them enter a battle on their own. However, that became a decision they regretted. When Kōri came back from the battlefield, her siblings were indeed with her. However, sixteen year old Shimaru's skin was an ashy pale, and his chest was forever stilled. The rosy tint was long faded from twelve year old Hashirama's cheeks and lips. The wounds and scars of a battle lost marked them all, but only one Uzumaki child survived. If the deaths of two of her children weren't enough, news of her husband's death recently came in.
    Grief-stricken, their mother took her own life.
    With all of her familial ties severed, Kōri left. For a cyear she tried to sift back into human society, but it just wasn't for her. When she turned twenty, she joined the Nephilim.
    SEXUALITY
    Bisexual (leaning more towards heterosexual, but you know how that goes \_(ツ)_/¯)




    TURN ONS
    -Taller than her (even if slightly)
    -Understanding
    -Kind
    -Strong
    -Self-less
    -Slightly protective. She finds it a little comforting,
    -Caring
    -Wise
    -Smart
    -Clever
    -Couragous







    TURN OFFS
    -Shorter than her
    -Arrogant
    -Ignorant
    -Pompous
    -Agressive categorism
    -Ordinary
    -Weak
    -Self conceited
    -Unattractive (physical/mental)




    LOVE INTEREST
    Open for plotting




    FAMILY
    Father: Minato Uzumaki (yes, he was named after the city) - presumed deceased
    Mother: Kushina Uzumaki - deceased
    Younger brother: Shimaru Uzumaki - deceased
    Youngest brother: Hashirama Uzumaki - deceased




    PARABATIA
    Open for plotting




    OTHER
    Rank- Shadowhunter




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  • Life of scars and war {Shadowhunter adv applications}

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    [align=center]Done.


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  • Life of scars and war {Shadowhunter adv applications}

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    of course. it's a good thread. and btw, you could always pm them. i'm sure they'll update their forms if you do.
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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    [align=center]i'll go for it. posting later.


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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

    Display Spoiler


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    //idk where to start, so improving here.


    //Elijah fingered the worn hem of his shirt, pondering his parents' arrival. The Köhlers were coming tomorrow and his small home was a disappointing mess. Clean it tonight? Well, he could always wake up early and get it done. But the whole house in just a few hours? Better to get it done tonight. But that means he wouldn't be able to watch his show, and he can't record it because his visiting cousin broke the DVR. But if he woke up early and failed to clean the house, he would have to hear his mother nagging for the next three days. Even if the house is cleaned, she'll still find something wrong. Something that he probably would've noticed if he wasn't so tired from waking up early.
    That settled it.
    He was going to clean the house that night.
    Elijah rose from his couch with an effort - the ancient cushions were so sunken in that even a gymnast would find trouble - and slumped into his kitchen, flipping on the light. Rubbing his adjusting eyes, he bent down to open the sink cabinets, looking for the cleaning supplies. After a few moments, the blurry mess of his surroundings melted together as his eyes adjusted to the light. That's when his heart seemed to fall to the floor. The cleaning supplies were gone. Why were they missing? Right. He had forgotten. He used them all the last time his parents visited, and he hadn't majorly cleaned since.
    Just when his worried thoughts began to flash back and forth once more, he came to a conclusion. It's not like he lived in the isolated parts of the Sahara Desert. He lived in the suburbs. Neighbors! He was certain one of his neighbors had cleaning supplies.
    Having decided, Elijah slipped on a jacket and some tennis shoes, opening his front door and closing it behind him. He exhaled, his breath visibly billowing out into the crisp night air. The young man glanced to his right, noticing that their house lights were off. He figured they were either gone or asleep, so he wouldn't try that one. So, he looked to his left. Bingo. Lights on, game on. Elijah jogged down his porch steps and out onto the concrete side walk, coming up on his neighbor's house. He inhaled deeply as he gave the home a once-over, noticing how warm and friendly it looked. Elijah pulled himself from his thoughts, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets and approaching the front of the house.
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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    Elijah walked up the steps, the wood creaking underneath each footstep. He stood at the doorway for a few moments to collect his thoughts, before raising a hand and gently tapping on the door with his knuckles. The young man waited a few moments, about to turn and try the next house. He jumped a little as the door swung open. Elijah snapped to attention, standing up straight. He subconsciously sized up the young woman standing before him. Her eloquent facial features were adorned with long, visibly soft, ginger hair. Oddly enough, she was dressed nicely. Oh. Damn it! Had he interrupted something?


    Score one for first impressions, blockhead.


    "Hi." The young man responded confidently, however he bashfully scratched his neck, his elbow over his head. "Quite the opposite! You're just the person I wanted to see." Elijah slapped on a wide grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
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    [align=center]Elijah watched carefully as she gazed at a point directly over his shoulder, as if she was looking for someone. He furrowed his brow as she spoke about this boyfriend of hers.
    "Oh... Well, sorry to disappoint you," The young man chuckled, trying to lighten the air. "Er-oh, uh.. Thank you!" He responded cheerfully, stepping through her doorway and into her delicious-smelling home. Elijah looked around, trying to hide his curiosity. That's when he noticed the huge spread she had laid out. Then the way she was dressed, her words, all of it started to piece together and form a picture in his mind. A slightly frustrated look fell across his face, putting a damper on his usually chipper persona. "I don't know anything about relationships, so I wouldn't recommend taking me seriously when I say a guy like that isn't worth it." Elijah murmured, pulling his attention back to the young woman. "Anyway," He began, grinning once more, but it was slightly forced. "I'm Elijah." A hand shot out from his jacket pocket, outstretched in a gesture of greeting. (just going to assume your character does the same for posting's sake. if she does something different, I can always go back and edit)
    "Oh, uhm... Well," Elijah resorted back to his habit of scratching his neck. "My parents are coming to visit tomorrow and... well, long-story-short, I'm fresh out of cleaning supplies." It was only after the words came out of his mouth that he realized he said "fresh out," when, in fact, he ran out a while ago.


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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    Elijah widened his warm grin as his hand closed around hers. He was barely aware of how much larger his was, but it was over in a few moments. His hand retreated to his side, and he left the other to return to the back of his neck.
    "Evangeline, hmm?" Elijah sounded, adding jokingly, "Guess I'm not the only one with a 'different' name."
    The young man chuckled, matching her pace with a few steady strides.
    "Well," He began, speaking softly, "Probably everything you've got in that realm..." He trailed off, standing in the doorway of what seemed to be her laundry room. Elijah snapped to attention, realizing what he was asking for. "And I'll bring it all back in, uh, perfect condition, of course."


    //getting ready for the day. apologies for the short post. (swear I'm not one of those people who say that repeatedly\\
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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    Elijah took all of the supplies into his fairly muscular arms, flashing her a grateful smile. He glanced down at her, for he was slightly taller than him. "Visiting. I don't see them often since they live in Kiel." The young man droned, but then he realized Evie probably had no idea where or what Kiel was. "It's, uh, it's a place in northern Germany." He added, adjusting his grip on the cleaning supplies. Elijah's dark blue eyes darted to the spread she had prepared. When she spoke, his eyes widened. Had she read his mind? Not that he would ever believe in his mother's superstitions about gingers, but...
    "Hmm?" He was abruptly pulled from his thoughts, clearing his throat and speaking in a deep tone. "Er--well, sure! I mean, as long as it isn't any inconvenience to you." Elijah noticed the expressions on her face change, just like sunlight bending and changing color on rippling water. He felt his own facial expression soften as her feelings registered in his mind. Embarrassment. Frustration. Anger. Despair. Heartbreak.
    "Hey," The young man consoled, "Who needs a lame boyfriend when you have a scatterbrained neighbor like me?" He set the supplies down on a side table, taking the opportunity of his free hand to pull it through his dark brown hair. Elijah's other hand twitched, but remained at his side. He was about to rest it on her shoulder as a sign of comfort (he grew up in a very loud, no personal space-bubbles, invasive family), but he thought better and restrained himself.
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  • Girl next door (Story by Wuldraider, PAFP need boy)

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    [align=center]I'll consider joining. I have quite a few threads going on right now, especially on my main account. I'll let you know sometime tomorrow. If I join, I'll be slightly inactive over spring break. And by the way, kudos to you for playing a girl despite your gender. I think it's pretty cool.


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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    "Yep. Good ol' Germany." Elijah chuckled dryly, adding, "Er-- oh. I'm sorry about your parents. That must be, well.. difficult." Boy, did he have a way with words. The young man thought about his inability to speak eloquently as he followed her into the dining area. However, all his bitterness was won over by his sudden hunger. His mouth literally watered at the thought of homemade chicken parmesan. "Well, if you made it, I'm sure it's great." Elijah chirped, settling down across from this hospitable young woman. He waited for a few moments before taking a serving spoon into his deft hands, piling food items onto his (noticeably expensive) glass plate.


    She's even sporting expensive dinnerware...


    Elijah dismissed his thoughts, unaware of the sour look they were staining him with. He picking up his utensil, skewering a piece of the crusted chicken and delivering it to his eager mouth. The young man paused from chewing, staring blankly at his well-stocked plate.
    "Wowmmf.." He spoke, somewhat muffled before chewing and swallowing. "The guy's missing out," Elijah chuckled, adding comfortingly, "and not just on the meal."
    He looked up at her next words, freezing in mid-chew. ("mid-chew??" wtf kaze)
    "Punishment?" Elijah swallowed carefully, his brow furrowing. He knew near to nothing about relationships, so it wasn't really his place to voice his opinion. Then again, he always spoke before he thought.
    "You mean, punishment that doesn't involve giving him the punishment that he deser--" He broke himself off mid-sentence, slapping his mouth shut. He then chuckled forcibly, trying to dismiss the ignorant advice he had just delivered. "Who am I kidding, I'm not Dr. Phil," Elijah plastered on a grin, "Disregard that. You should do what you see fit for the circumstances."
    The young man's denim blue eyes darted back to his plate, and he returned to stuffing his mouth. Maybe then he could check the things that came out. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 480px; height: 20px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #151515; font-size: 9px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=white] #punki-chan; beware hidden scrolling[/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    Elijah watched as the young woman ducked her head bashfully at his compliment, his brow knitting slightly. What did she do that for? Realizing he was being a little crude, he slowed his eating and took a moment to sip his wine he just poured. A few years ago he had became used to the mostly bitter taste. He recalled back to the time when he eagerly tried his parents' "adult drink." It was undoubtedly disgusting. And to think he would be enjoying it now.
    "Sure," Elijah murmured, holding his wine glass carefully, absently swishing the contents around with a swirling motion of his hand.
    The young man glanced up from his drink, his eyes almost child-like. Her words mulled over in his mind, shifting through until they were processed.
    "I understand," He said, biting back any other comments he was itching to share. "Well, I hope it works out for you both in the end."
    He spoke very maturely, even though he noticed he wasn't the only one that wanted to say more. Just when it was about to get very awkward, Evangeline changed the subject. He tried to mask his relieved sigh as she lightened the conversation with a friendly inquiry.
    "Well, I used to work at a desk job in Boston," He began, "Yeah, I know. Imagine that. But ever since I moved here, I've been working as a trainer at that 24-hour fitness place on 7th. Not a big pay at all, but I like it just fine."
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  • Girl next door (Story by Wuldraider, PAFP need boy)

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    [align=center]Seems chill. Anyway, I think I'll be able to join.


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    [align=center]sry lol rv trip. posting tmrw


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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    [align=center]Sorry, family managed to drag me along on a RV trip. Limited Wi-Fi, etc, I'll try to post tomorrow.


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  • dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    Elijah listened with genuine interest as she passionately spoke about her present-day life. He chuckled as she joked about her deteriorating physique, and commented that he might give her an under-the-table discount. He also threw in a few, 'oh, really?'s and, 'wow, that's great's.
    "Assistant veterinarian, huh?" The young man repeated playfully. "That's over my head."
    He raised an arm and pulled his hand through dark brown locks, not seeming to noticed how they messily bunched together on his head. They were always like that. And did he ever notice or at the very least care? Nope. "Full time vet?" Elijah echoed her once more, a touch of awe lacing his tone. "That's great!" He exclaimed, only to sort of shut down when she explained how she was unsure.
    "Eh?" He made a incredulous noise, continuing, "'Haven't decided?' If I had half the brains you clearly do, I'd be using them at every opportunity." As Elijah finished his explosive mini-rant, he began to divulge deeper into the meaning behind her words. What could possibly be holding her back? Not wanting to do the work in general? No, she seemed like a diligent young woman. Expenses? Perhaps, but she had parents who loved her enough to pay. Not to mention, it seemed like she was holding her own nicely. Or could it be the subject of the night? The guest who couldn't make it, and hadn't even bothered to notify the host. Her boyfriend himself.
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