The winds of change - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead LASKY (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=52) +--- Thread: The winds of change (/showthread.php?tid=20971) |
- Naniko D'Angelo - 09-19-2011 [html] Most dramatic, perhaps?
.James-K-04 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .James-K-04 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .James-K-04 b {font-family:verdana; color:#bb5d81; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .James-K-04 {background-color:#eff0f4; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:423px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/6867/jam41.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 425px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .James-K-04-border {width:425px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Matteo Trovato - 09-19-2011 [html] Aha! Teo still seems the same in some ways, but just wait. He's not the happy gay boy anymore. ;D Word Count → 000 The Trovato bloodline was pure and precise in every sense of the word. So of course, when their heir, a young coyote woman named Carissa, gave birth to twin boys, both of them half dog... well, it was up to them to prove to the Italian world that blood had nothing to do with it. It was all in the family name. It was all in the upbringing. Giuseppe and Matteo had travelled to America on their own accord upon eaching a year, to expand the family to another section of the world. The two brothers had grown up under a strict upbringing and a few times, the ever-jealous older brother, Giu, had tried to belittle and abuse his albino twin, Teo. Abusing a Trovato was always a terrible idea. Summer had come and gone and the albino brother had decided to move south, to escape the annoyance that was his jealous sibling. The two were constantly getting into childish fights. Giuseppe was a distraction and nothing more, so Matteo left him to take hold of the west. He himself would claim the East. That way they'd still be doing as their mother and father had asked; spreading the Trovato Mafia across the globe. Matteo was in his optime form, mounted on the back of his black arabian gelding, a gift from his father. The pair were riding along a stretch of lake, enjoying the peace and quiet and mulling over the harsh winter months ahead. I'll have to find a place to settle for the winter. Halifax, maybe? His thoughts were interrupted when the black horse suddenly spooked, whickering in protest, refusing to take another step. Matteo cursed under his breath and kicked at the horse's ribs to make it go but it refused. He climbed off to check the problem and when he looked down, he saw it. A little white pup curled up, nearly asleep and looking extremely underfed and tired. Another curse in Italian was given but at least the young man knelt down to investigate. He placed a proding hand on the pup's shoulder, weary of being bitten. Hey, He voiced in a thick Italian accent, Wake up, kid. You can't sleep here. This isn't a bed. His voice was even and in good control, as usual. He hated kids, but at least he could be civil about it. They were yappy, annoying little things but they were also essential. Whoever had lost this pretty white girl was a fool for even trying. Had she not been a wolf, Matteo would've praised her for the white pelt she sported; a sign of purity. Too bad purity just didn't happen in wolves. Image courtesy of Dirk-Jan Kraan@Flickr; coding by the Mentors <style>.TeoHeaven .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .TeoHeaven p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .TeoHeaven b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .TeoHeaven {background-color:#6b6b6b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/UAxPY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .TeoHeaven .inner {margin:0px 5px 240px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .TeoHeaven p.wordcount {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Naniko D'Angelo - 09-21-2011 [html] This is actually a part of Naniko's past that's real :]
.James-K-04 .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .James-K-04 p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .James-K-04 b {font-family:verdana; color:#bb5d81; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 1px; margin:5px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .James-K-04 {background-color:#eff0f4; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; width:423px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/6867/jam41.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 425px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; border-radius:8px; } .James-K-04-border {width:425px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:8px;}</style> - Matteo Trovato - 09-21-2011 [html] D: She was abandoned?? Parenting fail! Word Count → 000 No bed? He frowned. Not my problem, kid. He remarked harshly, stepping back and nudging her with his boot. Now would yah get up? Heaven knows you'll be eaten if you stay there. Not that he cared. He just felt a sort of nagging feeling in the back of his mind that his mother would've flipped out had she been there. He was glad she was back in Italy, or else he'd have a mouth to feed. Again. He moved away from her without waiting for an answer, remounting his horse and pausing only to get situated... and to pull out a strip of dried beef from the saddlebag. He took a bite and hummed softly as he redid the straps holding the bag shut, paying no mind to the little whelp below him. The horse, on the other hand, was all too interested in the little thing. He lowered his head curiously, dark eyes locked on the little white pup. His rider wasn't paying attention, so that meant he had some time to investigate the tiny thing. Had his rider been this small at one point? How did they manage to grow so big if they were born this tiny? Andiamo, Hispo. Tempo per andare avanti. Lascia stare, sarebbe yah? Mumbled Matteo, who'd finished what he was doing and was now trying to get the horse to raise its head and walk again. The horse, Hispo as he was called, lifted his head but snorted, still eyeing the little pup in confusion and curiousity. Si tratta di un lupo, Hispo. Non tutto ciò che sorprendente. Andiamo. Matteo Scolded, nudging the horse's sides with his feet. The gelding didn't move; not until the girl was out of the way, at least. Image courtesy of Dirk-Jan Kraan@Flickr; coding by the Mentors <style>.TeoHeaven .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .TeoHeaven p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .TeoHeaven b {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .TeoHeaven {background-color:#6b6b6b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/UAxPY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #000000; } .TeoHeaven .inner {margin:0px 5px 240px 5px; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#0F0F1A;} .TeoHeaven p.wordcount {color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; border-top:1px solid #000000; text-align:center; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-indent:0px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] |