Post by ☠---υηdertαкєr✗ on Mar 6, 2011 16:56:31 GMT -5
[Decided to post it up anyway. I'm not very satisfied with it. I can add more if ya like~ Please tell me if I did something wrong. =3= I'll probably edit this later.]
Name: The Undertaker
Sample Role-play:
Tonight was a beautiful dark night in London. This was surely a good night to be going out for a walk in the graveyard. There was a thin layer of mist covering the ground and part of the gravestones making the sight even more attractive. There was a light breeze, strong enough to slightly move the long silky gray hair and the long black tail of his black top hat. He wore his usual black robe with the long gray scarf wrapped around across his chest, and long heele black boots. There was a large grin upon his face with his bangs covering his eyes like usual and the long scar going across the right side. The Undertaker held a shovel, resting it gently against his shoulder with his hands hidden in his long sleeves.
He stood over a hole that he had recently finished for his new 'guests.' There was a gravestone that read "Adam Willis." A man killed by his wife for having an affair. How sad, to have such beautiful caskets hide underground where no one will see its lovely details. They will mourn the death and ignore the well crafted coffin that brings comfort to the dead. Though, what truly bothered him was the 'mourning' of his guests. "They will never learn the true meaning until they have experienced death itself. It is quite amusing." As the Undertaker glance up at the full moon, his grin grew wider. He found it funny enough to laugh. "Ushiishi." His chuckle echoed within the graveyard making the scene more eerie.
[smear:41383C]The night went on. He could have stayed longer if it wasn’t for having to prepare the guests before morning. The Undertaker rode off on his carriage with his two gray steeds pulling the wagon while humming a strange, dark melody on his way to the shop. He even swayed slightly from left to right in a childlike manner with a smile. It didn't take him long to arrive to his gloomy shop where he had the pale corpse already laying on-top of a table. He picked up a lantern from the shelf and placed it by the body. "It is a wonderful night isn’t it my dear guests? I didn't have you waiting too long, now did I?" He advances over to the bare body and stares at its features. There was a bullet hole right between the eyes of the man and a couple more on his chest. He had drained most of the blood and plucked out most of the bullets so the holes were clean. [/smear:595454]
[smear:595454]Killed by a disgraceful weapon, guns are always quick and sometimes painless. However, with a knife or sharp object there would be more suffering making their death ever more exciting. Then again it would be much messier. Not that he minded. The Undertaker was in love with this line of work. He found it very amusing in a way. The long silvered haired man brought a hand close to his chin which caused his sleeve to slip down slightly and reveal his long black nails. He tapped the tip of a black nail against his bottom lip. "My dear guests… I will have you look alive once more and even lighter than before. Ah," He picked up a little sharp knife and pierced the skin above the chest. "…Say ah~!" He dragged the knife down all the way to the stomach. [/smear:646060]
Name: The Undertaker
Sample Role-play:
Tonight was a beautiful dark night in London. This was surely a good night to be going out for a walk in the graveyard. There was a thin layer of mist covering the ground and part of the gravestones making the sight even more attractive. There was a light breeze, strong enough to slightly move the long silky gray hair and the long black tail of his black top hat. He wore his usual black robe with the long gray scarf wrapped around across his chest, and long heele black boots. There was a large grin upon his face with his bangs covering his eyes like usual and the long scar going across the right side. The Undertaker held a shovel, resting it gently against his shoulder with his hands hidden in his long sleeves.
He stood over a hole that he had recently finished for his new 'guests.' There was a gravestone that read "Adam Willis." A man killed by his wife for having an affair. How sad, to have such beautiful caskets hide underground where no one will see its lovely details. They will mourn the death and ignore the well crafted coffin that brings comfort to the dead. Though, what truly bothered him was the 'mourning' of his guests. "They will never learn the true meaning until they have experienced death itself. It is quite amusing." As the Undertaker glance up at the full moon, his grin grew wider. He found it funny enough to laugh. "Ushiishi." His chuckle echoed within the graveyard making the scene more eerie.
[smear:41383C]The night went on. He could have stayed longer if it wasn’t for having to prepare the guests before morning. The Undertaker rode off on his carriage with his two gray steeds pulling the wagon while humming a strange, dark melody on his way to the shop. He even swayed slightly from left to right in a childlike manner with a smile. It didn't take him long to arrive to his gloomy shop where he had the pale corpse already laying on-top of a table. He picked up a lantern from the shelf and placed it by the body. "It is a wonderful night isn’t it my dear guests? I didn't have you waiting too long, now did I?" He advances over to the bare body and stares at its features. There was a bullet hole right between the eyes of the man and a couple more on his chest. He had drained most of the blood and plucked out most of the bullets so the holes were clean. [/smear:595454]
[smear:595454]Killed by a disgraceful weapon, guns are always quick and sometimes painless. However, with a knife or sharp object there would be more suffering making their death ever more exciting. Then again it would be much messier. Not that he minded. The Undertaker was in love with this line of work. He found it very amusing in a way. The long silvered haired man brought a hand close to his chin which caused his sleeve to slip down slightly and reveal his long black nails. He tapped the tip of a black nail against his bottom lip. "My dear guests… I will have you look alive once more and even lighter than before. Ah," He picked up a little sharp knife and pierced the skin above the chest. "…Say ah~!" He dragged the knife down all the way to the stomach. [/smear:646060]
