El Bob!
Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2002 4:30 pm(this is an intro for a new character of mine. He uses telepathy completely for communication, because he can't speak Common. Why? You'll find out...)
Adam looked around. He was still stuck in this weird place. He didn't even know its name. He didn't speak the langauge, and he didn't think that the writing would be the same either. What he did know was that the experiment went wrong somehow. He wasn't in Conneticut anymore. He was kind of homesick, but...well...this place wasn't so bad. It had magic. MAGIC! This was like the holy grail of discoveries to Adam. He had always wished he could use magic, even when he was back in his home. He thought he would have had strong magical potential, too. He had discovered it by accident. He was angry that he couldn't speak to anyone here, so he mentally yelled at the nearest person. He was surprised when they jumped. Trying it again, he realized he was using telepathy. It was amazing! Adam then tried speaking. It worked, and he thought that the person could understand him, but they couldn't use telepathy back, so he couldn't tell. By asking around, he had figured out the name of the city he was in was Doma, because many people said that in reply to his question of "Where am I?" Hungry, Adam conjured up another burrito. That he had discovered by accident too. It was his favorite food back home, and he was glad to have it in this strange land. He decided that he would look to find a way back, but would also try to learn as much as he could about this place. Maybe even the langauge, so he wouldn't need telepathy. But he would need a new name. Adam might be too odd a name for someone here, so he would call himself... El Bob. That sounded like a nickname at least, so maybe it wouldn't cause any trouble. El Bob looked down. His birthday would have been in a few days. He was turning 18. He was filled with a sudden homesickness. This place had NO high technology at all. Except for guns. Odd. El Bob wished he could watch TV. Well...maybe he was stuck here. If so, he would learn to like this place.
(El Bob is a serious char, even though he doesn't seem like it. This fic won't be continued, it's just an intro. Still, what does everyone think of him? I tried to make him different. Now that he's been introed, I'm gonna start using him in RPs. Oh, and one more note. Whenever he speaks, he's using telepathy, unless otherwise noted. #this is an example of how he speaks.# So don't get weirded out.) <p>
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Adam looked around. He was still stuck in this weird place. He didn't even know its name. He didn't speak the langauge, and he didn't think that the writing would be the same either. What he did know was that the experiment went wrong somehow. He wasn't in Conneticut anymore. He was kind of homesick, but...well...this place wasn't so bad. It had magic. MAGIC! This was like the holy grail of discoveries to Adam. He had always wished he could use magic, even when he was back in his home. He thought he would have had strong magical potential, too. He had discovered it by accident. He was angry that he couldn't speak to anyone here, so he mentally yelled at the nearest person. He was surprised when they jumped. Trying it again, he realized he was using telepathy. It was amazing! Adam then tried speaking. It worked, and he thought that the person could understand him, but they couldn't use telepathy back, so he couldn't tell. By asking around, he had figured out the name of the city he was in was Doma, because many people said that in reply to his question of "Where am I?" Hungry, Adam conjured up another burrito. That he had discovered by accident too. It was his favorite food back home, and he was glad to have it in this strange land. He decided that he would look to find a way back, but would also try to learn as much as he could about this place. Maybe even the langauge, so he wouldn't need telepathy. But he would need a new name. Adam might be too odd a name for someone here, so he would call himself... El Bob. That sounded like a nickname at least, so maybe it wouldn't cause any trouble. El Bob looked down. His birthday would have been in a few days. He was turning 18. He was filled with a sudden homesickness. This place had NO high technology at all. Except for guns. Odd. El Bob wished he could watch TV. Well...maybe he was stuck here. If so, he would learn to like this place.
(El Bob is a serious char, even though he doesn't seem like it. This fic won't be continued, it's just an intro. Still, what does everyone think of him? I tried to make him different. Now that he's been introed, I'm gonna start using him in RPs. Oh, and one more note. Whenever he speaks, he's using telepathy, unless otherwise noted. #this is an example of how he speaks.# So don't get weirded out.) <p>
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at: 4/24/02 3:55:39 am
<p>"On the same day I smoked my first cigarette and kissed my first woman. Since that fateful day I have never bothered with tobacco." - Tuscanini</p>
at: 6/8/05 20:28