Reserve- Suzaku Kururugi
About You
Name: May
Personal LJ: mayxchan
E-mail: oxmaychanxo@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/YIM/SKYPE: AIM-skeeeeeith/MSN- oxmaychanxo@hotmail.com/YIM-causticterrors ----------------------
About Your Character
Name: Suzaku Kururugi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Fandom They Come From: Code Geass
What part of the storyline are you taking your character from?: Pre-knighting, Post-Narita Incident
Personality: Cheery -> sweet -> quixotic -> idealistic -> troubled -> naive -> martyr syndrome -> hurt -> follower
Link To Background: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzaku_Kururugi
How did your character die?: While heading to the base, he was dragged off by a radical Eleven who recognized where he was heading to and slit his throat. (No sry Coolzaku your disguise isn't that good. My death creativity died.)
What non-magical items did your character have with them before dying?: Concealed gun and a sandwich from Cecile.
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Log and Journal Samples
First Person Sample: Today, we were watching the bodies again. We were doing clean up. I saw a woman shoot herself in the head after finding her husband amongst the dead.
To deal with such grief.. I guess I can understand it. I want to keep helping, but I can't help but cringe every time a new body is found.
Though, I don't feel like I could burden anyone with this. I'll get through it.
If only Arthur were a little more understanding.
Third Person Sample: There was no end to how tired he knew he was. He felt heavy and off somewhere, sitting on the porch of the Ashford house with his friends. Murky in his head, he heard Lelouch and Nunally discussing something over iced tea. He was at the table too but he was not able to connect to the conversation right now. There was much work, much cleaning up after a mess for him and his fellow soldiers right now. The whole ordeal left him drained in every field. Still, he smiled meekly for the benefit of his two old friends.
He failed his mission though. He slumped and his head smacked the table loudly and knocked over his tea. The two jumped up and made a shout of shock as the maid kept her calm as usual. He blinked, surprised even at himself. He lifted his head and held it, smiling a little more to them.
"Sorry."
Name: May
Personal LJ: mayxchan
E-mail: oxmaychanxo@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/YIM/SKYPE: AIM-skeeeeeith/MSN- oxmaychanxo@hotmail.com/YIM-causticterrors ----------------------
About Your Character
Name: Suzaku Kururugi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Fandom They Come From: Code Geass
What part of the storyline are you taking your character from?: Pre-knighting, Post-Narita Incident
Personality: Cheery -> sweet -> quixotic -> idealistic -> troubled -> naive -> martyr syndrome -> hurt -> follower
Link To Background: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzaku_Kururugi
How did your character die?: While heading to the base, he was dragged off by a radical Eleven who recognized where he was heading to and slit his throat. (No sry Coolzaku your disguise isn't that good. My death creativity died.)
What non-magical items did your character have with them before dying?: Concealed gun and a sandwich from Cecile.
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Log and Journal Samples
First Person Sample: Today, we were watching the bodies again. We were doing clean up. I saw a woman shoot herself in the head after finding her husband amongst the dead.
To deal with such grief.. I guess I can understand it. I want to keep helping, but I can't help but cringe every time a new body is found.
Though, I don't feel like I could burden anyone with this. I'll get through it.
If only Arthur were a little more understanding.
Third Person Sample: There was no end to how tired he knew he was. He felt heavy and off somewhere, sitting on the porch of the Ashford house with his friends. Murky in his head, he heard Lelouch and Nunally discussing something over iced tea. He was at the table too but he was not able to connect to the conversation right now. There was much work, much cleaning up after a mess for him and his fellow soldiers right now. The whole ordeal left him drained in every field. Still, he smiled meekly for the benefit of his two old friends.
He failed his mission though. He slumped and his head smacked the table loudly and knocked over his tea. The two jumped up and made a shout of shock as the maid kept her calm as usual. He blinked, surprised even at himself. He lifted his head and held it, smiling a little more to them.
"Sorry."