Dormant Lifestyle (colonnello)

[Alexander Balfour]

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The Castle Blanc, what was so special about it. Alexander never had seen it with his own eyes so he didn’t comprehend the whole issue of so many people giving it such praise. He wasn’t ignorant. He heard about yes, but he never had the chance to step foot on the plantation. Many people he came across mentioned about its pureness. At how white and spotless it was. Heck, they even said it reminded them of the white dove which represented love, peace, and the Christmas holiday. Call him a curious cat if you will. He pondered on how it would look like with his own eyes. Would there be flaws? Was there something amiss? There had to be something that wasn’t there, right? There wasn’t anything in this world that was made to perfect, was there? He couldn’t wrap his mind around that idea, so he decided to go on a journey. A silly one of course but he needed to find out before his mind exploded. His brain wandered endlessly of how this castle might have looked like. So many ideas came about but there was no definite answer. It always went back to square one.

He hated that. Now he had the time to actually go on this little trip. At first he got lost several times. He didn’t think this was going to be difficult. Then again trusting others to point you to the right direction could prove useless. Sometimes people will say anything so they don’t look stupid or to get you out of their way. This happened quite a lot actually. He could tell in their eyes they had no clue where it was. If it was so called popular, shouldn’t the people know where it was? This excluded Alexander of course. It was only because he heard stories of it and that was it. He really didn’t have a reason in venturing out to the place called Castle Blanc. It was like some old fable. Like some kind of mythical fantasy filled with legendary creatures or heroes. And Alexander was the small child who wanted to hear the great tale every day. Each step he made he could feel his emotions rise up. Whether it was happiness or excitement, he wanted to find out what separated this mysterious place from the rest.

Finally after a few days the white haired male reached his destination. Sleeping under the tree was sort of uncomfortable, though it proved useful nonetheless. He did get a few hours of sleep. Plus he slept a couple more minutes because he was too lazy to get up. He wasn’t a morning person. He was more like a nocturnal person. He worked best when it was in the afternoon or at night. For some reason he hated mornings. Was it the daylight that hit his eyes whenever he woke up? The suns liked to spring out of nowhere and shine on his face. The bright fiery sun and its rays pained him. He could turn over and it was still able to find a way to pester him. Not even closing the blinds helped. It was persistent an annoying. This was why he hated mornings. He also hated others waking him up. Alexander would rather wake up when he felt like it. The alarm clock frustrated the boy as well. Most of the alarm clocks he owned were either broken or thrown across the room. None of them did last. The poor inanimate objects were just doing their jobs. To think that this male continued to buy them was ridiculous. Why buy one when you know you’ll destroy them in the end? Almost everything irritated the teenager.

Each morning happened in this fashion. At exactly 5:00 am the sun would come at the horizon. 5:20 am his alarm clock would ring and ring until finally Alexander would wake up and hit the snooze button. That failed after a few seconds later. His alarm clock would again ring but louder this time. The poor lad would look up, hide his face in his pillow, and then throw his other soft pillow at the constant and annoying little ticking tomb (the watch). Finally everything would grow silent and when he thought everything was over the sunlight would hit his face. He would hiss at it and hide under his covers, hoping it’ll go away. That too would fail. The sun continued to stay there until he got up. When finally he gave up he would get dressed and eat breakfast. After a while the sun which bothered him vanished from his room without a trace. But here’s the funny part, if Alexander tried to get some extra rest, the sun would arrive to greet him yet again. It seemed there was no escaping it.

Alexander yawned and stretched. He held his staff tightly as he went up the hill. A soft breeze brushed against his face as he sighed. He wanted to say something but kept silent. The environment took his breath away. Not a word escaped his lips. His eyes widened. Couple of hours later he gasped in awe. The others were right. This place was neatly kept and was absolutely perfect. Not one flaw. Everything was white. Like the falling snow when it became winter. His left hand was on his waist. "Well, I’ll be damned. They were right." He said as he whistled softly to himself.

[/color]THE VOICE!? Yes, my first rp post for AL.
[/li][li][/color]MY INSPIRATION!? - Eqvivocada = Thalia, Simple & Clean = Utada Hikaru, Gracias a Ti (offical remix) = Wisin & Yandel feat Enrique Iglesias, Celebrate = Utada Hikaru, Kremlin Dusk = Utada Hikaru & Que precio tiene el cielo = Marc Anthony
[/li][li][/color]WHAT'S HE WEARING!? - CLICKY? = Close your eyes and pretend the ears aren't there. Lol!
[/li][li][/color]WHERE'S THE MUSE!? - 100%!!![/li][/ul][/blockquote][/size]

[Seloumierre Vamschier]

"The place sounded like a musk..how I wish I was there."
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[/color],she said as she stretched her overgrown red wings,with the sign and designs of golden Mariposa,a very large butterfly far beyond beauty.These wings were also odd,for it resembles a creole shape,and therefore,is larger than her original height.However,she rarely uses it,believing that barefoot is feeling better than using it.Oh well,she was back to her daily walks and strolls once more,towards that castle called Castle Blanc.

Upon entering that beautiful realm,she saw how the ceilings were painted and carved with white,which tempts her some times to make it a lot red,a lot bloody in her sight.This brunette was obsessed and addicted towards red things,giving her the authority and title as a Queen Kicker,a red fae with that red devil boots,which she ever takes off.Stepping her red boots in the corner of the castle,she observed the place from the outside and then averted her gazed inside,opening the door of the place.

Creak...~

It was peculiar for her to open doors like that.She would rather kick it with her own desire,but respecting the royals and the nobles' rules,she would not mind deeming it on them.Thumping sounds was heard when she entered,as she hid her enormous wings from her back.Quiet,silent,and very,very irritating in her eyes and ears,for silence breaks her intrigues and fun,then the lash of color white in the whole place means purity and doves,which she does not typically like.Holding a set of papers which were blank and arranged,she continued walking.It was part of her lifestyle there to draw,since she was very curious.But that does not change the fact that she hated to be ordered around.

"I hope Licorice did the rest for me,if he did not mind..",shes said with a small grunt.Because of that,she accidentally dropped the pages,blankly dropping and flying down in to different areas."Gaww!I hate it when they fly!!",she added,as the halls echoed her voice seemingly,and hurriedly picked the papers that she could reach from her distance.[/ul][/ul]

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TAGS: Alexander
WORDS : I do not know how many xD
MUSE : 100 percent!
WEARING : here, it's just tainted blue but of originality,it's deeming red <3
COMMENTS : This sounds fun for me^^
INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC : Talila by Kaito Tachibana and Megurine Luka of Vocaloid

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[Alexander Balfour]

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He stood there for hours. The teenager couldn’t help but look at the wonderful scenery that lay out before him. Nature somehow calmed everyone. You could be furious about something but when you took a walk outside, you somehow felt at ease. Your troubles always washed away when you looked at the sky, the green grass, and the lively animals that never seemed to stop at what they were doing. The wind blowing against your face, it was great and not to mention peaceful. If Alexander didn’t have a home already then he would have camped outside to enjoy the morning and night sky. It was a sad thing to see when everyone was so busy. We all forgot the great outdoors. The creatures have not but we sure have, unless you lived in it each day. Everyone should take the time and notice Mother Nature’s creation and beauty. We might never know when they would fade. Once it fades it’ll be too late to see it ever again. We’ll only remember it or have it in picture books as some weird history lesson at how the world once was. Yes, we all should take the time to stop and smell the flowers.

"I should take a look inside. I wonder if it’ll surprise me." With that he slowly walked up the stairs and went inside the ever so perfect castle. The big double doors closed right behind him as he stepped inside. It was like a horror movie but in this story this place wasn’t at all scary. However he couldn’t get that part out of his mind. Maybe it was the breeze that pushed them. Then again they seemed pretty heavy. Whatever it was he put that aside and looked up. Inside was also white. My, white must be their favorite color. Considering there was so much of it. Except with a few little details here and there, but the color white pretty much took hold of the room. He wondered who was responsible in keeping this place so perfect. There had to be more than one person cleaning this place. There was no way a person could do the cleaning on their own. It would probably take them three or more months to finish. He felt sorry for whoever had to take care of this place. It must have been a great pain. He for one would be very pissed if someone made a big mess.

They should call this place, la casa blanca. When translated in English it meant the house of white. No, there had to be some other word which fit this castle the most. He couldn’t think of anything and decided to just enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

He then heard someone say something. The voice was female and it appeared she was in trouble. A single white paper flew right passed him and fell on the ground in front of him. He guessed it was hers because there was no one else in the room. Picking it up Alexander walked towards the other. "Excuse me miss is this yours?"

[/color]THE VOICE!? Sorry for the delay. I was busy with my other character, Yue. 8)
[/li][li][/color]MY INSPIRATION!? - Real Emotion = Koda Kumi, 1000 words = Koda Kumi, Wind Crest ~The three Trails~ = FF X-2 & Eternity ~Memory of Lightwaves~
[/li][li][/color]THE WORDS WHICH SPOKE TO ME!? - Kremlin Dusk = Utada Hikaru
[/li][li][/color]WHERE'S THE MUSE!? - 100%!!!
[/li][li][/color]THE CREATIVITY MASTER!? - Rp template was made by yours truly. <3 U:[/li][/ul][/blockquote][/size]

[Seloumierre Vamschier]

"Did roses just bloomed down here?"
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[/i] beyond the reasons.In fact,she has recalled a lot of troubles and adding this one out may result to scolding again,the most hated thing she never wanted to hear out.The sound and echoes would bounce pacely making fun out of her.Humiliation,such humiliation.

But right now,on this simple task,this brunette does not want to fail.Looking at the last paper that she had seen landing on the hands of a white person who seems fitting and compatible with the place.What it needs lastly is that gleeful design of the shapes and designs on the walls,and removing that red mark on his face.She does want her paper back,and heard him out."Excuse me miss is this yours?".She faced the person with a brow raised and a blank look in her eyes since it was quite amusing to see such a white figure,and with that fancy vest that kept him a lot attractive.Without further ado,she nodded her head slowly,while observing him in a secretive way.Her right arm paced forward,signing him to give the paper.

"Why yes,it happened to be mine.Thank you for catching it out.",she said expressing her attitude in a sweet way,her voice's toned like some hum off the keep.Her smile could be easily expressed with innocence,even if her thoughts were quite different.Waiting for him to give the paper,she placed her thoughts out once awhile,and rethinks of some certain issues.

Yet the Castle Blanc was really interrupting her thoughts.To be factual,she was the only Seelie who never appreciated it's pure white pleasure.She wanted it to be tainted red and silky,with shades and shapes that looks like porcelain design.But it was not of her own amusement anymore,since her other affiliates are much deeper on the contrary.But meeting this person,she wondered.What was a person like him doing around Castle Blanc,in this fine hour,where others would probably prefer to have something busy with?Surely he must have a specific reason for it.[/ul][/ul]

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TAGS: Alexander
WORDS : I do not know how many ,I do not count actually xD
MUSE : 100 percent! STILL!
COMMENTS : Neh Neh It's okay,desu <3 I understand ^^
INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC : Talila by Kaito Tachibana and Megurine Luka of Vocaloid

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[Alexander Balfour]

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"Ah. You’re welcome. Well then, here you go. I wouldn’t want to keep this paper if tis yours. Besides I wouldn’t know what it is for or what to do with it." He said humbly and handed the paper to the other. "My name is Alexander but you can call me Al, Alex, or Lex." He shrugged. "Or whatever suits you as long as it isn’t rude." He nodded at that last remark. Alexander didn’t mind nicknames. They were fun and entertaining. They were also much more interesting than our specific name. Then again that all depended on what name you had. You might have had a better name than Alexander. Not that he hated his name. In fact the name Alexander had a certain ring to it. He was pleased that his parents didn’t give him an awful name. He would have changed it if they had.

The girl in front of him looked young enough, though he could be wrong. Not everything was as it seemed in this world. Everything here was possible. Perhaps all of the stories we’ve heard from our fathers and mothers were somewhat true. In this world of make believe there were things that crept at night and the morning. Some were horrible creatures that could break into your home eat you whole. While there were others that could help heal those torn wounds. Some used their strengths to gain what they wanted. As they say the weak shall die and the strong shall prevail. In this place there were no rules. Well, some to be exact. There had to be order to keep things in balance. Otherwise everything would be in chaos.

Alexander met a vampire lady the other day. And she wasn’t as she seemed. His instincts told him she was something else, not human. Although she had a human appearance the girl was far from normal. She didn’t have to tell him, he could tell by her body language and how she spoke that she was indeed different. This vampire was young but was much older. Funny how things could be different when we look at them a little closer. Never judge a book by its cover. You can’t be too careful these days, especially in this place. The world kept on changing despite of us being ready for change or not. We either have to adapt to our surroundings or not adapt at all.

Though in the back of his mind he wondered why the other was here. She too probably wondered why he was here as well. Curiosity killed the cat they say. Did she work here? What was her purpose staying in a place such as this? Or maybe she was waiting for someone. He decided it wasn’t a good idea to ask. He didn’t want to pry. But his mind had other plans. It continued on with unnecessary questions to ask the other. It was beginning to get annoying. He could be at some party and always his mind would be serious, quiet. He was a deep thinker. Alexander questioned life and how it worked. He also wondered what he was created for. He was a magus but for what? What was his true purpose? Was it something so simple as just to heal others and protect them, or was it something else. He always wondered what it was but for some reason he could never come up with an answer. He asked others but they too were baffled.

[/color]MY INSPIRATION!? - Same as yesterday. <3 They give me such muse. I can't stop listening to them. Lmao!
[/li][li][/color]THE WORDS WHICH SPOKE TO ME!? - Kremlin Dusk = Utada Hikaru
[/li][li][/color]WHERE'S THE MUSE!? - 100%!!!
[/li][li][/color]THE CREATIVITY MASTER!? - Rp template was made by yours truly. <3 U:[/li][/ul][/blockquote][/size]

[Seloumierre Vamschier]

"The place sounded like a musk..how I wish I was there."
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[/color],she said,with another thanks that came out of her sentence.She was just grateful that she would not use her enormous red wings which were thrice her normal size, not because it was heavy, but because it was just red and glowing,which would make it a lot odd and noticeable from the outside.There was also a story behind that,though she was not mentioning that to anyone except for Licorice himself.And the guy just introduced himself to her,by the name of Alexander.Alexander sounds really pleasing,what a beautiful name.Though she hears him that his nicknamed Alex,she thinks that calling him by Al or Xander would be really pleasing.But that's just on her thoughts,since she would think that the person whom she's speaking with i not really aware of who she is.Lucky,she would always think."..Nice name..really...",she added with that another smile,looking at the person with no more doubt.She was sure that he was friendly,and nice.She just plainly looked at his eyes just to notice that too.He did not asked for her name too,so she formally introduced herself while setting the papers aside.

"Haa~My name is...Nello!Yeah,Nello!!",she said in a childish manner,not fully telling her name to avoid such vashe.Seloumierre Colonnello Di Zi Vamschier that is,and she only presented her nickname.She does not mean to do that,for she just stated that,to hide from someone else,specially Break Bommar,King Calintz' hired musician,to find her.She was simply avoiding that,and yes,she does not want to get near him.They would probably fill her ears with scolds about pathetically lazing around the castle this hour,but she still does not care.What lacks completely is a cork to fill her pleasant ears out.Back to her situation now,she would just wait for the man to say something,and eventually ask further about his reasons on why he would stay in that place.[/ul][/ul]

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TAGS: Alexander
WORDS : I do not know how many xD I do not count,again and again!
MUSE : 100 percent!
WEARING : You know what I was wearing xP
COMMENTS : xD I am glad you were so inspired,desu ^^
INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC : Talila by Kaito Tachibana and Megurine Luka of Vocaloid,still <3

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