Myde

[antique]

Character's Name: Myde
Position: Evil
Link to Character's Profile: worlddestiny.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=darkxiiprofiles&action=display&thread=13001

Reason for Leaving:

I created Myde some time ago, but he was snatched from me forever ago. In retrospect, he reminds me of a certain someone. I'd love for someone to take Myde off my hands, because he's fabulous--just not a character I'm ready to play with though. It's really unfair of me to hold onto him when I'm not playing him.

[hoffman]

Roleplay Sample:

A twinkle formed in the redhead's eyes. Translucent, glistening tears rolled down his cheeks and jawline in thin streams, eventually accompanied by the stains of black eyeliner that once outlined his eyelids.

"Hearts... Kingdom Hearts. Beautiful. So ... many ... hearts."

Were they tears of sadness? Sorrow? Happiness, joy? No, such words were unfit, unworthy, insufficient: they were tears of pure, blissful ignorance. Myde felt the innumerable amounts of death and destruction that must have went into the creation of this massive collection of hearts, but not for a moment could he even contemplate it. Logic and reason... were absent. He had the heart, but not the mind. He lacked that pathetic construct that humans held onto so dearly, that "superego" that understood full and well the consequences of one following their id's whim.

He was so utterly and completely fueled by emotion, he hadn't the faintest inkling that he hadn't a mind at all...

Making no effort to wipe the wet tears or eyeliner from his cheeks, the delicately-featured heartless gingerly and eagerly approached the floating, glowing spectre in the sky that loomed over the cityscape, longing for its contents. Those hearts... those delicious, irresistable hearts. He knew not restraint, he knew not patience. Myde needed them, and he needed them now. He bit his lower lip and chuckled devilishly, rearing his head backward in glee.

"How many hearts... hundreds... thousands... maybe... ten thousand?"

Licking his lips, Myde stretched out his ring-adorned hand, focusing the darkness within his heart and channeling it through his limb. The darkness diffused through the air, converging towards a point. It coalesced, thickened and grew, forming a strange, dark prism. The core of the prism contorted and bent inward, creating the display of a corridor. A dark corridor that lead somewhere mysterious and foreign, perhaps a place... where none would return. Through this corridor he intended on traveling, wishing to materialize above that massive vat of food. He would drop into it.

The rockstar-esque boy ran a hand through his hair and laughed momentarily once more, unable to contain himself or believe what he was about to do. He was only a step in before that familiar, dominating voice made itself heard.

"Where are you going, Number Nine?"

Myde lowered his face nervously and silently. The light from Kingdom Hearts cast a shadow on his face, leaving only the vague shape and outline of the boy's jaw, nose and mouth. His lips pursed in irritance, disapproving of this interference. Why couldn't he just be rid of him? "...I'm gonna eat. ...then ... I'm going to play some guitar."

"... see to it, then."

Glaring back at Ansem with a grimace in the most detestful way possible, the red-haired heartless made a beeline straight for the dark corridor, vanishing within its confines in a plume of dark gas. He might not have all those hearts today... but for now, he could feast on some unexpecting and helpless victims. Their beautiful screams would at least make it worthwhile...

NOTES: I know you're already probably thinking this, but the post isn't placed in any specific setting. It's simply an interesting situation that I thought Myde would interact pretty well with.

[antique]

He's yours, Hoffy. <3