Cypress Point
15-09-2005, 23:15
"Scars are difficult to remove, espically when they are entrenched in ones history."
-Cypress Point Philospher Enoch Fernando May
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Vaughn had never felt this way before, a sense of relief. The calmness he felt around him was something he'd never experianced, in his whole existance. He stood before the crippled and collasping remains of the Ororoban Fortress. A scar, he thought. Vaughn exhaled has he watched the dozens, if not hundreds, of workers tirelessly attempt to dismantle the historical fortress. A part of himself didn't want to let the fortress go, he himself was very interested in history, Ororoban Fortress was the home to dozens of historical battles fought in the name of both tyranny and freedom. He, however, knew that the fortress had to go if peace was ever going to be last.
"I'm glad to see the thing go," said a familar voice.
Vaughn turned to see a rather skinny man in brown suit and tie. The man went by the name of Wendell Lucas Barnett, a man of politics at heart and leader of the "Inquisitors". "I cannot say I agree with the destruction of such a historical site, but if it will ensure happiness, then so be it," stated Vaughn.
The Head Inquisitor glanced at Vaughn threw the corner of his eye. "You're expected to attend the trail," stated Wendell.
"I'm aware of that," replied Vaughn.
"I cannot say I know how you feel, Vaughn, but I do want you to know that everyone makes mistakes and his is no different," said Wendell.
Vaughn's emotionless face quickly turned to a glare of anger, "Except most people don't try to bring everyone else down when they fall."
Wendell sighed, and ran his boney hands threw his salt and pepper hair. "Everyone is accountable for their own sins Vaughn, you cannot blame him for preaching his hersey and others falling into it."
"You can say that because you weren't effected by his madness, so until you are I'd suggest you shut-up," exclaimed Vaughn before walking all. Vaughn was on the brink of shouting as he walked away. How dare he stand there to even try to make that fool look innocent, he thought. This trail, his trail, will be where his five year spree of chaos will end and my vengence will be complete, thought Vaughn has began to head for the trail.
{OOC: First NS rp. I noticed most other smaller nations were opening up with massive revolutions and war, so I thought I'd go a little different. What I'm trying to do here is give you an insight into my nation via a Character Roleplay. Since its more down to earth and all. I actually had a lot more written out, but my account logged out and when I back tracked I lost the second part of this post. Sorry I'll make another post soon though. Any constructive critism is welcome.}
-Cypress Point Philospher Enoch Fernando May
---
Vaughn had never felt this way before, a sense of relief. The calmness he felt around him was something he'd never experianced, in his whole existance. He stood before the crippled and collasping remains of the Ororoban Fortress. A scar, he thought. Vaughn exhaled has he watched the dozens, if not hundreds, of workers tirelessly attempt to dismantle the historical fortress. A part of himself didn't want to let the fortress go, he himself was very interested in history, Ororoban Fortress was the home to dozens of historical battles fought in the name of both tyranny and freedom. He, however, knew that the fortress had to go if peace was ever going to be last.
"I'm glad to see the thing go," said a familar voice.
Vaughn turned to see a rather skinny man in brown suit and tie. The man went by the name of Wendell Lucas Barnett, a man of politics at heart and leader of the "Inquisitors". "I cannot say I agree with the destruction of such a historical site, but if it will ensure happiness, then so be it," stated Vaughn.
The Head Inquisitor glanced at Vaughn threw the corner of his eye. "You're expected to attend the trail," stated Wendell.
"I'm aware of that," replied Vaughn.
"I cannot say I know how you feel, Vaughn, but I do want you to know that everyone makes mistakes and his is no different," said Wendell.
Vaughn's emotionless face quickly turned to a glare of anger, "Except most people don't try to bring everyone else down when they fall."
Wendell sighed, and ran his boney hands threw his salt and pepper hair. "Everyone is accountable for their own sins Vaughn, you cannot blame him for preaching his hersey and others falling into it."
"You can say that because you weren't effected by his madness, so until you are I'd suggest you shut-up," exclaimed Vaughn before walking all. Vaughn was on the brink of shouting as he walked away. How dare he stand there to even try to make that fool look innocent, he thought. This trail, his trail, will be where his five year spree of chaos will end and my vengence will be complete, thought Vaughn has began to head for the trail.
{OOC: First NS rp. I noticed most other smaller nations were opening up with massive revolutions and war, so I thought I'd go a little different. What I'm trying to do here is give you an insight into my nation via a Character Roleplay. Since its more down to earth and all. I actually had a lot more written out, but my account logged out and when I back tracked I lost the second part of this post. Sorry I'll make another post soon though. Any constructive critism is welcome.}