Post by Alois Trancy on Feb 29, 2012 23:02:35 GMT -5
Character: Alois Trancy
Sample Starter:
Just think if he had been born female. All of these mood swings would have made sense. Alois occasionally wished he'd been born female. Not for any perverted reasons. He simply felt that it would be much lower stress. Women were there to be prized and cherished. They didn't worry about the trials of men. They were pretty little pet wives. It was difficult to tell all that went on in that blonde little head. Alois could be a bit flighty and irrational, but he was also intelligent. That was a horrible mixture. It was the reason his servants never wanted to look him in the eye. Imagine, a mansion full of demons and each of them was afraid of him in some way. Just what sort of creature was this?
The human stared down at his dinner, head resting in his pale little hand. He absently ate a potato every now and then, not caring how slow he went. It wasn't as if he were with anyone to bore. It was then that his eyes caught a small sugar ant scuttling across he table top. Instead of screaming at Claude for allowing something like this to touch his dining room, he decided to poke at that instead. His long lashes lulled as he crushed one of its legs with the tine of his fork. It writhed and wriggled around for a few seconds before it went back to its path, determined to keep going despite its injury. Alois crushed its back legs, receiving the same reaction.
"Tch, how stupid can you be? It's like he doesn't even notice." The child crushed its abdomen now. It squirmed over the table cloth, but somehow, he wasn't convinced that it was in pain. How could it be? Damn if that ant didn't drag its mangled body parts along though.
Was it running away from him now? Were ants afraid to die? Or was it just so programed to work that it couldn't do anything else?
Sample Starter:
Just think if he had been born female. All of these mood swings would have made sense. Alois occasionally wished he'd been born female. Not for any perverted reasons. He simply felt that it would be much lower stress. Women were there to be prized and cherished. They didn't worry about the trials of men. They were pretty little pet wives. It was difficult to tell all that went on in that blonde little head. Alois could be a bit flighty and irrational, but he was also intelligent. That was a horrible mixture. It was the reason his servants never wanted to look him in the eye. Imagine, a mansion full of demons and each of them was afraid of him in some way. Just what sort of creature was this?
The human stared down at his dinner, head resting in his pale little hand. He absently ate a potato every now and then, not caring how slow he went. It wasn't as if he were with anyone to bore. It was then that his eyes caught a small sugar ant scuttling across he table top. Instead of screaming at Claude for allowing something like this to touch his dining room, he decided to poke at that instead. His long lashes lulled as he crushed one of its legs with the tine of his fork. It writhed and wriggled around for a few seconds before it went back to its path, determined to keep going despite its injury. Alois crushed its back legs, receiving the same reaction.
"Tch, how stupid can you be? It's like he doesn't even notice." The child crushed its abdomen now. It squirmed over the table cloth, but somehow, he wasn't convinced that it was in pain. How could it be? Damn if that ant didn't drag its mangled body parts along though.
Was it running away from him now? Were ants afraid to die? Or was it just so programed to work that it couldn't do anything else?
