Post by Thunderbolt on Mar 20, 2011 12:57:46 GMT -5
(OOC: ooookay I'm not really sure if I'm allowed to do this....but this idea smacked me in the face last night and I REALLY wanted to surprise you guys with it....so sorry for not asking first, Xandra ^^" if I'm not allowed....then you don't have to approve. I just thought this might....shake things up a bit.)
QUOTE: “All dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them….but if they slip into the wrong hands….those dreams turn to nightmares.” (the first part is actually a real quote )
Name: Walt (he keeps his last name to himself, but those on the Outside *coughxandracough* know what it is)
Age: 40
Hair Color: light-ish brown, streaked with gray
Eye Color: gray-blue
Appearance: about 5”9’ in height, usually wears a long black coat and pants when Watching. When Mingling, he prefers kakis, a buttoned white collared shirt and a umber-brown jacket. Will wear a gray suit if in a place of high society.
Picture:
Celebrity Face Claim: see above
Personality: A man of high responsibility with an unwavering determination, he is a generally mysterious character who often keeps to the shadows, simply Watching with an all-knowing eye. Appearing only when he feels necessary, Walt does have a very fatherly presence about him—despite his mysterious nature—as well as an air of trust. You may feel like you’ve known him forever, when in fact you know nothing about him at all.
But there is one whom Walt feels great disappointment, and even irritation towards. A certain devious little witch….
Occupation: ----
Likes: setting things back on the right path….and of course, making children smile.
Dislikes: the Disorder of this world….
History:
He was there from the start. Their world—their WORLDS—stemmed from his mind, his imagination. Never participating. Never watching. These dimensions or universes or whatever they are called were a canvas in which to stretch his creativity. A never-ending film real to project his thoughts.
But some….some didn’t see it that way. While he sought to create, others sought to destroy. While he chose to observe….they chose to control.
Alas, intuition kicked in too late; by the time he realized her true nature/intentions, things were too far gone to stop. His work—his ‘master sketchbook’—ripped apart page by page, thrown into the wind of disarray.
Left to fester in an unfamiliar world of chaos. The real world.
And oh how it angered him! How SHE angered him! These powers—these gifts—of theirs were not a toy! Not pass to play God! To bring up a quote from another great Master’s work; “with great power comes great responsibility.”
NOT for kicks and giggles.
But of course, she wouldn’t listen—what did HE know after all?
Instead, he let her have her way for a time. Let her think he backed down and crawled off her back.
Let her think she had free reign of this world and his characters.
Let her think SHE was free.
But this little game has to end at some point. It’s time to add another master player.
Time to CHANGE this game.
Time to restore order.
Time to make things the way they were.
Sample Post:
“I’m sorry….I don’t quite understand what you mean.” The girl calling herself Katina asked, looking at the older man with dark, curious eyes.
Said man in question simply smiled, his own eyes twinkling, like a child withholding a secret from a friend. “Are you sure?” He asked, fatherly tone out of place with those childish eyes. He gestured for her to join him at the table. “See, I think you do, Kiara. I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Katina—or Kiara, as she was rightfully named—froze, jaw dropping a fraction. “How….how’d you hear that name?”
“that name?” Walt musd, a light chuckle in his voice, “it is yours, is it not?”
The girl continued to stare at him, suddenly looking very, very uncomfortable. He’d been certain she’d run into others like her before—other, well, characters—yet he sensed something about himself didn’t sit right with her. Not….negatively—heavens no—just….different. Which of course, made perfect sense. He wasn’t one of her kind, yet, wasn’t an average Joe either.
How….observant.
Finally, Kiara’s head bobbed up and down; a subtle but definite response.
Good.
The first bridge had been crossed.
Now to strengthen its foundation.
“Won’t you join me at my table? I believe we have much to discuss.”
QUOTE: “All dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them….but if they slip into the wrong hands….those dreams turn to nightmares.” (the first part is actually a real quote )
Name: Walt (he keeps his last name to himself, but those on the Outside *coughxandracough* know what it is)
Age: 40
Hair Color: light-ish brown, streaked with gray
Eye Color: gray-blue
Appearance: about 5”9’ in height, usually wears a long black coat and pants when Watching. When Mingling, he prefers kakis, a buttoned white collared shirt and a umber-brown jacket. Will wear a gray suit if in a place of high society.
Picture:
Celebrity Face Claim: see above
Personality: A man of high responsibility with an unwavering determination, he is a generally mysterious character who often keeps to the shadows, simply Watching with an all-knowing eye. Appearing only when he feels necessary, Walt does have a very fatherly presence about him—despite his mysterious nature—as well as an air of trust. You may feel like you’ve known him forever, when in fact you know nothing about him at all.
But there is one whom Walt feels great disappointment, and even irritation towards. A certain devious little witch….
Occupation: ----
Likes: setting things back on the right path….and of course, making children smile.
Dislikes: the Disorder of this world….
History:
He was there from the start. Their world—their WORLDS—stemmed from his mind, his imagination. Never participating. Never watching. These dimensions or universes or whatever they are called were a canvas in which to stretch his creativity. A never-ending film real to project his thoughts.
But some….some didn’t see it that way. While he sought to create, others sought to destroy. While he chose to observe….they chose to control.
Alas, intuition kicked in too late; by the time he realized her true nature/intentions, things were too far gone to stop. His work—his ‘master sketchbook’—ripped apart page by page, thrown into the wind of disarray.
Left to fester in an unfamiliar world of chaos. The real world.
And oh how it angered him! How SHE angered him! These powers—these gifts—of theirs were not a toy! Not pass to play God! To bring up a quote from another great Master’s work; “with great power comes great responsibility.”
NOT for kicks and giggles.
But of course, she wouldn’t listen—what did HE know after all?
Instead, he let her have her way for a time. Let her think he backed down and crawled off her back.
Let her think she had free reign of this world and his characters.
Let her think SHE was free.
But this little game has to end at some point. It’s time to add another master player.
Time to CHANGE this game.
Time to restore order.
Time to make things the way they were.
Sample Post:
“I’m sorry….I don’t quite understand what you mean.” The girl calling herself Katina asked, looking at the older man with dark, curious eyes.
Said man in question simply smiled, his own eyes twinkling, like a child withholding a secret from a friend. “Are you sure?” He asked, fatherly tone out of place with those childish eyes. He gestured for her to join him at the table. “See, I think you do, Kiara. I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Katina—or Kiara, as she was rightfully named—froze, jaw dropping a fraction. “How….how’d you hear that name?”
“that name?” Walt musd, a light chuckle in his voice, “it is yours, is it not?”
The girl continued to stare at him, suddenly looking very, very uncomfortable. He’d been certain she’d run into others like her before—other, well, characters—yet he sensed something about himself didn’t sit right with her. Not….negatively—heavens no—just….different. Which of course, made perfect sense. He wasn’t one of her kind, yet, wasn’t an average Joe either.
How….observant.
Finally, Kiara’s head bobbed up and down; a subtle but definite response.
Good.
The first bridge had been crossed.
Now to strengthen its foundation.
“Won’t you join me at my table? I believe we have much to discuss.”