Post by RYAN LASSEROUES BERRENDOW on Oct 4, 2010 23:21:54 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/center]OOC NAME: Darren
AGE: 16
EXPERIENCE: 1yr.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None...yet
MEMBER TITLE: Slytherin
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Ryan was once again Alone after his friend decided to go to America. He was perched on the roof of one of the towers looking out over the grounds. The sun was just peaking over the trees of the forest and the wind was flowing through his hair making it all messy. Ryan knew that if he took one step wrong he'd fall off, but he was a careful person. He took care doing anything so it wasn't like he'd fall off the roof.
He noticed the stones made to make the tower were very old. If his mother was here he could have asked her how old the tower was, that was never going to happen though because his mother was dead. Did he care? No! He was happy where he was, up on a tower with his faithful Phoenix by his side. The bird was his replacement of an owl; his father had bought it for Ryan's third birthday. He was so happy when he had got it. It often sat on his shoulder an went everywhere Ryan went. The bird was really old now but that was ok it would light up then be reborn from the ashes just like the first time.
Ryan patted the birds orange melded into red feathery body and watch the sun rise slowly. It was a beautiful sight and he knew that he had to get down soon or the teachers would send a letter home to his father.
He noticed the stones made to make the tower were very old. If his mother was here he could have asked her how old the tower was, that was never going to happen though because his mother was dead. Did he care? No! He was happy where he was, up on a tower with his faithful Phoenix by his side. The bird was his replacement of an owl; his father had bought it for Ryan's third birthday. He was so happy when he had got it. It often sat on his shoulder an went everywhere Ryan went. The bird was really old now but that was ok it would light up then be reborn from the ashes just like the first time.
Ryan patted the birds orange melded into red feathery body and watch the sun rise slowly. It was a beautiful sight and he knew that he had to get down soon or the teachers would send a letter home to his father.
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