Post by Demyx on Oct 22, 2011 23:23:09 GMT -5
(( Hi everyone! Miri showed me this site and it looked super fun, so I decided to join, even though I've never roleplayed before 
I apologize in advance if I do anything stupid! Hopefully I did this all correctly! c: ))
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You don't know who I am, do you? Geez, are you really going to make me write out my life story? Fine, fine. I'll do it.
Well, the name's Demyx. Demyx Morell. Ring any bells yet? My parents are big CIA people. Not really sure what they do, but, like, they're definitely important.
So I guess I should tell you how I got here, yeah? The CIA found out about me. See, I'm adopted, and until recently, I've been the perfect son. But a few months ago, I started going through some kind of... maturation, for lack of a better word. And here comes the weirdest part: I see dead people! Nah, just kidding! Instead I just make silvery copies of myself that run around doing anything I say. ...At least half the time. The other half they're beyond my control, and it's kind of freaking me out.
Before all this "Otherworld" business, I just used the clones for simple things: chores, homework, you know the rest. But one day the stupid yard service saw them and told on me. Then the whole truth came out: I'm a half-demon.
Now I'm in Urbadelphia scouting out the Otherworld for my parents and the CIA. They have this crazy idea that like, because I'm half-demon, I'll be able to do recon and stuff better than a trained operative. I don't know what sort of mental disease they caught, but until they recover, I'm stuck here.
Skills? Nothing, really. I've taken sitar lessons for my whole life, but that's not going to do anyone any good. But why are you asking? I'm working for the CIA, you guys are bound to have some sort of bodyguard for me, right? ...Right?
I apologize in advance if I do anything stupid! Hopefully I did this all correctly! c: ))---
You don't know who I am, do you? Geez, are you really going to make me write out my life story? Fine, fine. I'll do it.
Well, the name's Demyx. Demyx Morell. Ring any bells yet? My parents are big CIA people. Not really sure what they do, but, like, they're definitely important.
So I guess I should tell you how I got here, yeah? The CIA found out about me. See, I'm adopted, and until recently, I've been the perfect son. But a few months ago, I started going through some kind of... maturation, for lack of a better word. And here comes the weirdest part: I see dead people! Nah, just kidding! Instead I just make silvery copies of myself that run around doing anything I say. ...At least half the time. The other half they're beyond my control, and it's kind of freaking me out.
Before all this "Otherworld" business, I just used the clones for simple things: chores, homework, you know the rest. But one day the stupid yard service saw them and told on me. Then the whole truth came out: I'm a half-demon.
Now I'm in Urbadelphia scouting out the Otherworld for my parents and the CIA. They have this crazy idea that like, because I'm half-demon, I'll be able to do recon and stuff better than a trained operative. I don't know what sort of mental disease they caught, but until they recover, I'm stuck here.
Skills? Nothing, really. I've taken sitar lessons for my whole life, but that's not going to do anyone any good. But why are you asking? I'm working for the CIA, you guys are bound to have some sort of bodyguard for me, right? ...Right?
