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Date Posted: 04:14:57 04/30/02 Tue
Author: The Usurper
Author Host/IP: chil-nrp1-cs-1263.vdsl.bright.net / 216.255.4.248
Subject: My tryout...Nothing fancy, no frilly HTML, just roleplayong.

(A rising mist covers the ground, and low hanging clouds distort a view of mountains in the distance. The sun is just beginning to peak above the horizon. A stream ebbs along its lonely course in this green land, and from the distance we catch the glint of steel. A large deer who had the misfortune of choosing now to take a drink falls dead from a thrown knife. The mobile camera zooms in on a large shirtless man. Clad in black pants, he strides toward his kill with a determined gait. As he towers over the carcass He raises his face toward the heavens and utters what may be a small prayer. As we get even closer we are able to see he is darkly tanned and quite well muscled. His medium length blonde hair peeks from behind a black mask. Nothing fancy, just black. He kneels and withdraws his knife from the deer and goes to work on cleaning his kill. The efficiency of his movements does not quite jibe with his size, as no energy is wasted upon superfluous motion. In no time, he has his catch dressed and ready to take home...Wherever home is. He finally looks to the camera as if he were waiting for the right time to acknowledge us, the faithful watchers of this purveyance....)

Man: A noble creature, the deer. They live their lives low upon the food chain, never causing great amounts of trouble, never taking that which they know cannot be given back. Unlucky though they are to be preyed upon by the strong, these creatures are not weak, but beautiful.

(He hoists the carcass onto one massive shoulder and starts off toward a grove of trees. Naturally we follow, as we are sure there are more interesting things to be revealed soon. As we enter the grove we follow the path that the man takes, and soon we arrive at a small clearing where sits a small log cabin. The man hangs the deer from a tree and takes a seat in front of the cabin. He motions us over so we gladly take a seat opposite him, as we are tired from trekking so far into the middle of nowhere. What next?)

Man: Why did I bring you here? Why would this fellow send for a cameraman when he lives in the middle of nowhere? In the middle of such utter beauty? I guess I have a few things to say...

(The man stands and begins to pace to and fro. He never looks at the camera, but it is not nonchalance...It is total concentration upon his thoughts. He continues in his deep voice that seems better suited to command rather than speaking to the wildlife and a lone cameraman.)

Man: I have toiled long with my demons. In another life, I made my living as a warrior. By warrior I mean a modern day warrior. I was a wrestler. I was damned good. Although the victories piled high, I always had the feeling that something was missing. It was as if I fought for the wrong reasons. I believed I fought for glory, for fame. Looking back, all I really did was fight for money. I built a fortune as a hired thug, and the fans loved me for it. I lined the pockets of the owners and the fed-heads with each beating and the throngs screamed for more. I took my orders and did my job. I made friends, I made enemies. Seemed as though the enemies far outnumbered the friends. Someone always wanted to take me down. (He shakes his head) It was the time of my life so I believed. Situations, though, can change quickly. As a wrestler I saw the true darkness of mankind. A rough personal time that I shall not go into cost me my career. It was the best thing that could have happened. I stepped from the ring three years ago and have not looked back. I left society shortly thereafter and journeyed here. I built my dwelling and sat about the task of discovering who I should be. Who I am. In solitude I've honed my mind, my body and my soul.

(He glares at the camera and his blue eyes blaze from within the black of the mask...)

Man: I have found me. It takes solitude to travel through the darkness that is a man's soul. Believe me, the soul is a dark place. Within myself I have journeyed through darkness as black as the mask I now wear. There are facets of my own personality that frighten me. I truly believe that man is inherently evil and that when left to himself, with no laws to bind him, he will do the wrong thing. Hell, some men will do the wrong thing with the laws that bind. I guess what the years have taught is that to be whole, I need to accept my entire self. Not just the beauty, the morality and the proven nobility, but also the ugly, the devious, the insane. By freeing myself of the shackles of society, I have become a complete man; an entire package. An indisputable mind in an indestructible body, and I want more.

(To punctuate the last word, he punches the deer carcass, ala Rocky[yeah, I thought it was cliched too, till I saw] and his fist puts a hole in the side. He withdraws his hand and stares at it a moment, seemingly mesmerized.)

Man: Flesh conquers flesh, blood flows from the defeated. In my newfound state, I find that I cannot exist without the battle; without the opportunity to impose my will upon the weak, the incomplete. Make no mistakes. I am not a so-called "darky". I am man on a mission. A mission to regain what is mine. To regain the glory of my past and meld it with the glory of my present state....

That is the beginning of what will be my first roleplay in the federation, should I be accepted. As of now, this character's name is "The Usurper", though if some angles I have in mind can come to pass, that will change. I am a vet and have been around a while. My email is davis@horizonview.net

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