Post by Admin on May 2, 2008 23:19:32 GMT -5
Username: Tempest, admin
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Shiroi Kumo/Makenshi/White Cloud/whatever you choose to call him
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy: Unlimited
Is the current canon taken?: Nope
Audition post (400 words):
The pungent breeze of the sea salt slapped Kumo in the face. Its speckled and rampant texture caught his cheeks as it slid over his fair toned skin. His eyes were a teal that had enough greenish hue to match the depth of the sea's. It was these eyes that stared out over the horizon. The ocean was the opposite of its normal coloration at this hour. The red-orange reflected up onto the rocks that surrounded him.
The rock Kumo sat on was rugged. It wasn't all that comfortable, as you can imagine, to have such a sharp object being sat on. Yet, he was too oblivious to this to notice. Purely in the zone of thought and appreciation of the nature around him. His hand ran up and down the rock that he was perched upon. Every so often, the waves would lick his fingers, soaking them in the ocean's slobber.
He had been in this spot for a long time. Ages, it had seemed, yet hours of staring into nothing would seem like ages. His nostrils flared as he sighed at this thought.
Even so, this break was needed.
"Omega," he whispered to himself, remembering that time where he had worked so hard to collect that monstrosity for the Earl. "I wonder where it is now."
It wasn't the type of thing to be destroyed. It couldn't be destroyed. It was a force that's very own existence was destruction. It had destroyed his world. Unlike the freakish monsters known as the Heartless that chased after the worlds of many, his world was destroyed by this different force known as Omega.
Omega. The force that had caused Kumo so much anguish. The biggest anguish would be when Omega resurrected his older brother. They had manipulated his heart so to turn him against Kumo, and Kumo had to put his brother back where he belonged. The grave. Kumo remembered at that moment the tears that he had shed upon his brother's defeat. Omega had forced the loss of his brother a second time, which was an unforgivable act.
A slippery and squishy feeling took over his hand. It slowly crawled up, sucking a tiny speck of skin in the process. When Shiroi Kumo rose his hand to his face and gazed down upon the creature, he took note of its structure. An orange creature made entirely up of 5 hard tentacle-like structures. "A living star?" Kumo asked it. "What is your name?"
It gave no response.
He blinked awkwardly at it before his face took on a tinge of sadness. "Don't ignore me, star. I would like to have a conversation."
It gave no response. As if starfish spoke, pfft.
"Stars are rude creatures. Who would've thought." In slight frustration at the mean animal, Kumo shook his hand hard to sling the creature off, but it refused. Kumo bared his teeth at the animal. It was too rude to talk back, but now would refuse to leave Kumo? What an annoying thing! "Let go," he said to it in a low voice, hoping he'd intimidate it. Of course, it didn't respond.
Swiftly, with his other hand, he peeled the creature off and tossed it far into the ocean. Strange enough, a faint "JEEERRRRRRRRK!" in a squealing voice could be heard followed by a ka-plunk.
Kumo's eye twitched slightly. It did talk after all. He would have to remember how annoyingly difficult living stars were, on the really off chance he ever decided to want one around him.
He rubbed his hand, trying to slip the feel of the sucking off of it. Upon doing so, his eyes locked onto his fading blisters. During those days, his hands would take such a beating from wielding his sword, from fighting enemies far greater than him, especially Kaze. He couldn't help, but wonder when Kaze would come back, or if Kaze's hatred for Kumo had dispersed.
When Kaze or any other enemy would return, Kumo knew his hands would have to get blistered again, much to his dislike.
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Shiroi Kumo/Makenshi/White Cloud/whatever you choose to call him
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy: Unlimited
Is the current canon taken?: Nope
Audition post (400 words):
The pungent breeze of the sea salt slapped Kumo in the face. Its speckled and rampant texture caught his cheeks as it slid over his fair toned skin. His eyes were a teal that had enough greenish hue to match the depth of the sea's. It was these eyes that stared out over the horizon. The ocean was the opposite of its normal coloration at this hour. The red-orange reflected up onto the rocks that surrounded him.
The rock Kumo sat on was rugged. It wasn't all that comfortable, as you can imagine, to have such a sharp object being sat on. Yet, he was too oblivious to this to notice. Purely in the zone of thought and appreciation of the nature around him. His hand ran up and down the rock that he was perched upon. Every so often, the waves would lick his fingers, soaking them in the ocean's slobber.
He had been in this spot for a long time. Ages, it had seemed, yet hours of staring into nothing would seem like ages. His nostrils flared as he sighed at this thought.
Even so, this break was needed.
"Omega," he whispered to himself, remembering that time where he had worked so hard to collect that monstrosity for the Earl. "I wonder where it is now."
It wasn't the type of thing to be destroyed. It couldn't be destroyed. It was a force that's very own existence was destruction. It had destroyed his world. Unlike the freakish monsters known as the Heartless that chased after the worlds of many, his world was destroyed by this different force known as Omega.
Omega. The force that had caused Kumo so much anguish. The biggest anguish would be when Omega resurrected his older brother. They had manipulated his heart so to turn him against Kumo, and Kumo had to put his brother back where he belonged. The grave. Kumo remembered at that moment the tears that he had shed upon his brother's defeat. Omega had forced the loss of his brother a second time, which was an unforgivable act.
A slippery and squishy feeling took over his hand. It slowly crawled up, sucking a tiny speck of skin in the process. When Shiroi Kumo rose his hand to his face and gazed down upon the creature, he took note of its structure. An orange creature made entirely up of 5 hard tentacle-like structures. "A living star?" Kumo asked it. "What is your name?"
It gave no response.
He blinked awkwardly at it before his face took on a tinge of sadness. "Don't ignore me, star. I would like to have a conversation."
It gave no response. As if starfish spoke, pfft.
"Stars are rude creatures. Who would've thought." In slight frustration at the mean animal, Kumo shook his hand hard to sling the creature off, but it refused. Kumo bared his teeth at the animal. It was too rude to talk back, but now would refuse to leave Kumo? What an annoying thing! "Let go," he said to it in a low voice, hoping he'd intimidate it. Of course, it didn't respond.
Swiftly, with his other hand, he peeled the creature off and tossed it far into the ocean. Strange enough, a faint "JEEERRRRRRRRK!" in a squealing voice could be heard followed by a ka-plunk.
Kumo's eye twitched slightly. It did talk after all. He would have to remember how annoyingly difficult living stars were, on the really off chance he ever decided to want one around him.
He rubbed his hand, trying to slip the feel of the sucking off of it. Upon doing so, his eyes locked onto his fading blisters. During those days, his hands would take such a beating from wielding his sword, from fighting enemies far greater than him, especially Kaze. He couldn't help, but wonder when Kaze would come back, or if Kaze's hatred for Kumo had dispersed.
When Kaze or any other enemy would return, Kumo knew his hands would have to get blistered again, much to his dislike.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao