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- Seen Sep 20, 2008
Name : Ali Suturaifu
Appearance: hxxp://images6.pictiger.com/thumbs/39/3d237dfd37723be19b8bc4bbf910bd39.th.jpg
(just change the xx's to tt and copy paste to see the image... i cant post urls cause i dont have 15 posts or more...)
Chosen Element : Wind
Sin : Greed
Birth place: kangerlussuag, green land
Birthmother's name: karoni
Personality: cold personality tends to make other people suffer to get wat he wants
Rp Sample: imagine if you will, a young boy, who never had anything, yet wanted so much.
On the day of his 16th Birthday he was given a very expensive and elaborate gift, that's when it began the greed, he wanted something better, something bigger something even more expensive. Unfortunately in this country there isn't much money, so he decides to do the only thing a man in his place can do… He steals, steals money, steals computers, steals anything he can get his hands on, continually trying to get something better, and the more he gets, the more he wants.
One day he was seen trying to seal a laptop from a house close to where he lived, and was forced to run leaving his stolen goods, he was chased for some time, but after a while even the police had to stop fallowing him, reports were coming in of a blizzard, "he won't last the night.." they said.
Alone and cold he kept running trying to make sure that they weren't behind him anymore, even after he knew they weren't he kept running. He ran for what seemed like hours, he stopped only when his legs were ready to give out on him.
He was angry about being caught, but most of all about letting go of that laptop, Looking around him he remembered something his teacher had told him, and that was now common knowledge in this part of the world were days last weeks, the sun can burn even when clouds cover the whole sky. Standing on the oldest ice sheet close to town he knew that no one would dare fallow him, and yet, he also knew that he was to fare to be able to go back, and besides he was really tired.
It got colder, so cold that the tears were freezing to his cheek; he was very far from the city, meaning that it could get very bad if he didn't have his wits about him. He got frightened as every person does when they feel the reality of there own mortality. He screamed, at first a soundless, blood churning scream then he began to throw out words, 'Why can I have more?!' 'Why does my life have to suck like this?!' 'Other people don't deserve better then me!'
He swore that he'd make them pay, in this life or the next, he disserved everything they had, he disserved everything they wanted, and he was worth it all! He lived hard; he suffered all his life, why should some spoiled brat be allowed happiness and not him!?
If he had been paying attention he would have seen the birth of the snow storm in the distance, he would have known to start getting protection up. But at that time he had stopped screaming and started crying, cursing god for giving him so little. The storm grew stronger all he did was stand there and watch it, wait for it.
Suddenly as though by some unseen power, he thought, 'I don't want to die, it's to soon.'
He looked at the storm clouds, they flashed and he stared angrily, and said in a firm cold voice very much unlike his own, "Go away! I don't' want to die! I will not die! Not like this!"
The storm calmed immediately, the wind stopped blowing and the clouds dispersed, he could only stand there dumbfounded, "It has to be coincidence…" he says to himself.
That didn't keep his heart from going a mile a minute as he ran home, "it was… only luck…" he kept saying to himself as he ran, "No one ... can do that… can they?"
He fell to the ground, cutting his hands and knees, that's what he got for being distracted, "I have to get back home, or mom will be really angry with me…"
He walked the rest of the way; it took him a really long time to get back, an hour, maybe two.
Luckily the time went by fast because he was busy thinking about what had happened, when he finally got home his mother was fast asleep, he didn't know the time so he wasn't sure how mad she was going to be. "Three AM!" he exclaims when he gets into his room, the praying mantis that he had caught when he was 10 was looking at him threw its jar; it tapped the jar signaling that it was hungry.
Ali fed it, and flopped onto his bed, "I bet mom will make such a fuss when she wakes up…"
Unfortunately she hadn't been asleep; she had been waiting for him. She wanted to see what he would do. As soon as he was almost asleep she barged into his room, She starts screaming about how late it was and how pissed off she was, "I know mom I know… I just had to…" Ali started but she didn't let him finish.
"I don't' care if you have to save your life! You'll be here when I tell you to!" she screams.
He stands up looking her in the eyes, "So! If my getting home meant my death you wouldn't care!?"
"Of course not! You have to obey me! I'm your mother! And you're nothing but a little dumbass! If it wasn't for me there would be no you! If I wanted I could take your life!"
"Not if I take yours first…" he says in an emotionless voice, with a single push he shoves her into the desk knocking over the praying mantis in it's jar.
"What!?" she screams slapping him across the face.
"You heard me…" he continues in the same emotionless voice, "Because of you I had nothing… and now you want my life... That I will not allow!"
"Wait… just wait!" she says backing away from him. The look of hate was enough to send a Polar bear running.
"You're not getting that lucky…" A small whirlwind wraps around his left arm, "If I do this... I'll be free... Free of you and the way you restrain me!" he points the wind at her a small blast hitting her in the shoulder.
She screams and runs away, but he easily catches her in the living room, "Die… mother…" he says as wind burst from the souls of his shoes and he stabs her in the back with the whirlwind, blood splatters all over the place, bathing the room in red.
His mother lies on the floor aching in pain, "How…" she spits up blood, "could… wind… do that?" she asks, looking up at her only son.
"Wind can bring down the mightiest of mountains, and turn a person…" he jumps above her, "into nothing!"
Throws wind at her, wind so strong it could cut threw cement, "Good bye… mother.." he lands, where his mother once was, there was only a puddle of blood. "Now I can get what I deserve…" he says laughing like a mad man...
The praying mantis stood in the doorway, shaking his head and praying, "Oh Ali… what have you done…" He whispers and prays for the soul of Ali's mother to be taken into the bosom of the lord.
Appearance: hxxp://images6.pictiger.com/thumbs/39/3d237dfd37723be19b8bc4bbf910bd39.th.jpg
(just change the xx's to tt and copy paste to see the image... i cant post urls cause i dont have 15 posts or more...)
Chosen Element : Wind
Sin : Greed
Birth place: kangerlussuag, green land
Birthmother's name: karoni
Personality: cold personality tends to make other people suffer to get wat he wants
Rp Sample: imagine if you will, a young boy, who never had anything, yet wanted so much.
On the day of his 16th Birthday he was given a very expensive and elaborate gift, that's when it began the greed, he wanted something better, something bigger something even more expensive. Unfortunately in this country there isn't much money, so he decides to do the only thing a man in his place can do… He steals, steals money, steals computers, steals anything he can get his hands on, continually trying to get something better, and the more he gets, the more he wants.
One day he was seen trying to seal a laptop from a house close to where he lived, and was forced to run leaving his stolen goods, he was chased for some time, but after a while even the police had to stop fallowing him, reports were coming in of a blizzard, "he won't last the night.." they said.
Alone and cold he kept running trying to make sure that they weren't behind him anymore, even after he knew they weren't he kept running. He ran for what seemed like hours, he stopped only when his legs were ready to give out on him.
He was angry about being caught, but most of all about letting go of that laptop, Looking around him he remembered something his teacher had told him, and that was now common knowledge in this part of the world were days last weeks, the sun can burn even when clouds cover the whole sky. Standing on the oldest ice sheet close to town he knew that no one would dare fallow him, and yet, he also knew that he was to fare to be able to go back, and besides he was really tired.
It got colder, so cold that the tears were freezing to his cheek; he was very far from the city, meaning that it could get very bad if he didn't have his wits about him. He got frightened as every person does when they feel the reality of there own mortality. He screamed, at first a soundless, blood churning scream then he began to throw out words, 'Why can I have more?!' 'Why does my life have to suck like this?!' 'Other people don't deserve better then me!'
He swore that he'd make them pay, in this life or the next, he disserved everything they had, he disserved everything they wanted, and he was worth it all! He lived hard; he suffered all his life, why should some spoiled brat be allowed happiness and not him!?
If he had been paying attention he would have seen the birth of the snow storm in the distance, he would have known to start getting protection up. But at that time he had stopped screaming and started crying, cursing god for giving him so little. The storm grew stronger all he did was stand there and watch it, wait for it.
Suddenly as though by some unseen power, he thought, 'I don't want to die, it's to soon.'
He looked at the storm clouds, they flashed and he stared angrily, and said in a firm cold voice very much unlike his own, "Go away! I don't' want to die! I will not die! Not like this!"
The storm calmed immediately, the wind stopped blowing and the clouds dispersed, he could only stand there dumbfounded, "It has to be coincidence…" he says to himself.
That didn't keep his heart from going a mile a minute as he ran home, "it was… only luck…" he kept saying to himself as he ran, "No one ... can do that… can they?"
He fell to the ground, cutting his hands and knees, that's what he got for being distracted, "I have to get back home, or mom will be really angry with me…"
He walked the rest of the way; it took him a really long time to get back, an hour, maybe two.
Luckily the time went by fast because he was busy thinking about what had happened, when he finally got home his mother was fast asleep, he didn't know the time so he wasn't sure how mad she was going to be. "Three AM!" he exclaims when he gets into his room, the praying mantis that he had caught when he was 10 was looking at him threw its jar; it tapped the jar signaling that it was hungry.
Ali fed it, and flopped onto his bed, "I bet mom will make such a fuss when she wakes up…"
Unfortunately she hadn't been asleep; she had been waiting for him. She wanted to see what he would do. As soon as he was almost asleep she barged into his room, She starts screaming about how late it was and how pissed off she was, "I know mom I know… I just had to…" Ali started but she didn't let him finish.
"I don't' care if you have to save your life! You'll be here when I tell you to!" she screams.
He stands up looking her in the eyes, "So! If my getting home meant my death you wouldn't care!?"
"Of course not! You have to obey me! I'm your mother! And you're nothing but a little dumbass! If it wasn't for me there would be no you! If I wanted I could take your life!"
"Not if I take yours first…" he says in an emotionless voice, with a single push he shoves her into the desk knocking over the praying mantis in it's jar.
"What!?" she screams slapping him across the face.
"You heard me…" he continues in the same emotionless voice, "Because of you I had nothing… and now you want my life... That I will not allow!"
"Wait… just wait!" she says backing away from him. The look of hate was enough to send a Polar bear running.
"You're not getting that lucky…" A small whirlwind wraps around his left arm, "If I do this... I'll be free... Free of you and the way you restrain me!" he points the wind at her a small blast hitting her in the shoulder.
She screams and runs away, but he easily catches her in the living room, "Die… mother…" he says as wind burst from the souls of his shoes and he stabs her in the back with the whirlwind, blood splatters all over the place, bathing the room in red.
His mother lies on the floor aching in pain, "How…" she spits up blood, "could… wind… do that?" she asks, looking up at her only son.
"Wind can bring down the mightiest of mountains, and turn a person…" he jumps above her, "into nothing!"
Throws wind at her, wind so strong it could cut threw cement, "Good bye… mother.." he lands, where his mother once was, there was only a puddle of blood. "Now I can get what I deserve…" he says laughing like a mad man...
The praying mantis stood in the doorway, shaking his head and praying, "Oh Ali… what have you done…" He whispers and prays for the soul of Ali's mother to be taken into the bosom of the lord.