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Playing : Spitfire - The Prodigy
Visitors since March 14th '08
Notes on Accent : Spitfire drops most of his 'h's and his end 't's (They actually come to a very quick end, but I don't know how to type that each time) though sometimes he substitutes 'th' for 'd'. The very shuttle ones like in 'Achieved' stay, m'kay?
To help, here are some two compliments of voice clips from the show.
Copy the code, open Windows Media Play, click 'open URL' and paste.
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Short Version (1:18) :
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iNTRO://
You rub your shoulders as a chill blows through the area.
Even with the hustle and bustle of the street, it's incredibly cold today. It must be making your hair a mess.
Well, that's what you're here for, anyway. One of your frinds told you that there was a good Hair
Dresser Stylist in one of the shops in the Plaza, and you're heading off to see him. Apparently you usually have to reserve an appointment... But geez, he's a hair stylist, like there's going to be that much fuzz.
But as you look up from the note of directions, you notice a flip sign on the glass door.
-Back in 30 minutes- it reads.
You pout. Half an hour? What happen to all of those... 5 minute signs? Shouldn't there be more people there?! Oi...
The door seems unlocked, so you think 'what the hell?' and wonder in.
The place seems nice and up to date, but with an old tradition feeling to it, too. White walls but wood over a third up the walls.
A yellow sofa is against one of the walls, light blue cushions sitting on it. Above the sofa is an oddly styled painting, but lovely nonetheless.
On the opposite side the floor is tiled, a few mirrors on the wall and assorted things you would usually find.
It seems like no-one at all is here, but there's a door open behind the back.
Being the annoyingly curious person you are, you walk over to and through the open door. Outside is an alley way, which seems rather... Tidy. Any trash cans that are there aren't spilled over, and there are barely anything on the pavement. You take a step down one of the stairs, only to be blinded by a rush past you.
You lean against the door, nearly screaming at the sight of fire. But it soon clears, and a shadow can be seen through it. Eventually it becomes visible, the figure being that of a male Zafara.
Sorry, He apologizes,
My Break won' be over for a good 'alf 'our.
Now in any normal situation, you'd be somewhat huffy over this response. But you are far, far too distracted by the dancing fire on and behind him.
His appearance seems somewhat different to most. He stands more upright than most Zafaras you've seen before, which he seems to balance well with by using his tail. His fur is an odd, golden brown town, while there are splotches of orange on his chest as well as a fire hazard symbol. But what really seems to set him apart from ever everyone else the odd set of roller blades on his feet, along with his jacket.
He looks back over his shoulder to the alley and kicks his foot against the ground, causing the wheels on his roller blades to spin, flaring the fire behind himself once more.
You gasp for a moment, feeling like you're almost swallowing your tongue,
H-how... Are you doing that?! you ask.
He laughs slightly, and walks over to the railing close to you. He hoists himself up and contently sits, wrapping his fire lined rail around the rest of it.
If you're tha' interested, I'll star' explaining it to you. 'Ave a sea'.
You blink a few moments, noticing his mild accent, and the fact that the blaze is gone. Unsure of what to do, you take the offered seat on the opposite Railing.
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sTATS://
Name :
SpiitFiiree
Alias :
Spitfire, Flame King, King of the Flame Road
Gender :
Male
Species :
Zafara
Age :
23
Mother :
N/A
Father :
N/A
Crush :
None
Children :
@___@ What..?!
Petpet :
Firestorm the Wuzzle
Attribute :
Wind, Fire
Occupation :
(By Day) Professional Hairstylist, (Spare Time) Stormrider (Doesn't actually receive income)
Thrills :
Heights, Infernos, High Speeds
Appearance
Pelt Type :
Dry and short. Leaves a thin, dark powder on anything it comes in contact with.
Main Pelt Colour:
Goldenrod 3 (#C68E17)
Secondary Pelt Colour:
Sienna (#F87431)
Markings :
Red Fire Hazard marking on Chest
Eye Colour :
Red.
Hair Colour :
Orange-Red.
Tail :
Untipped, lined with flames
Extras :
There is fire from his ankles to just below his knees.
Accessories :
Red earring on (his) RIGHT ear
Clothing :
Black Jacket with fake-fur collar. Black Fingerless gloves.
Rollerblades/Air Trecks (Important) :
Black undercoat, red and/or white frame. Can withstand friction and heat to an undiscovered degree.
Personality in a nutshell :
Spitfire's basic personality is unknown. He can be a bit showy and standoffish at times, but he's someone you can depend on. He tries to keep priorities on the 'immediately to be done' list, but has trouble some times getting others to follow through with it. He does his best to look out for people and his fellow stormriders.
Fun Little Notes :
�Spitfire's fur is covered in a very thin layer of flammable substance, which appears as a powder. This is used as primarily a defensive.
�Spitfire's actual fur, although dry, has little to no oxygen, which means that the fire can't burn him. Where there is oxygen, you can see a few embers glow before disappearing.
�The temperature in Spitfire's body is so intense that by all standards he should be a charred corpse.
�It isn't advised to touch Spitfire barehanded. He is extremely hot to touch, and can cause mild or severe burns if for a prolonged time.
� If Spitfire fell into very cold or freezing water, his body would be thrown into shock. However, there is a high chance that most of the water would heat and evaporate before he could drown.
�Other than that, Spitfire floats in water. The heat in his body causes him to do so.
�Spitfire's jacket is made out of a fire-proof material.
�The friction from Spitfire's blades going at the immense speed he's capable of cause the illusion of fire, but he can also easily start a real fire with these.
�There's no doubt lots more to say about him...
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sTORY://
-Will be here. One day. Not a high priority.-
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lIKES&dISLIKES://
-This will be filled after I watch more Air Gear-
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lOVE://
Love ain't exactly in my vocabulary at t'e momen'. The mos' I ge' are a few fans. Alrigh', maybe few is an understatemen', but I dun' know any woman or ot'erwise tha' 'as tried to actually stand out.
Besides, I face deat' every time I take to the sky. One slip, and I could wind up dead. Who would want to risk 'aving affections for someone t'at could die so easily?
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rOOMMATES://
Mieu is... Is...
Is some sort of meat-loving sugar-rus'ed creature.
She 'as a very bad fear of 'eig'ts and freaks out if I take 'er Air-trecking. She squirms and screams like some sort of gerbil until I put 'er down.
But she's apparently a semi-pyromaniac. Not the sort d'at will go a'ead and burn down buildings. She just watc'es matc'es and paper burn.
More over, she seems to 'ave a love 'ate t'ings for me. The scale dips towards love, since apparently the good t'ings about me outweig' 'eig'ts.
... She is an odd little t'ing, ain't she?
Vergil
Vergil is one 'elluva nasty piece. I'd really advise keeping your distance away from 'im. Cause any trouble, and you're likely to lose a limb. I respec' Vergil greatly, and I 'ave the sligh' feeling I may 'ave achieved just the slightes' respect in return. So small 'at I doubt you could assign it a number.
Vergil ain't wha' you would call normal. T'ere's demon blood running t'rough t'ose veins of 'is.
Lucia is a very, very feat'ered broad. Most of 'er body 'as feat'ers instead of fur. She 'as the natural ability of flight, so on occasions I'll see 'er join me in the night sky.
She 'as a relatively strong accent and doesn't seem to stay in this area for very long. She appears to grow bored very easily. We both cope it cause of our accents, so it's somet'ing we can really relate on.
It's fun to watch people mistake Lucia for t'ings. A Pteri, and Eyrie... The s'ock on t'eir faces w'en t'ey find out she's a zafara.
Owever, I know for a fact t'at Lucia is a prototype demon. She was marked as a failure, but I bet if 'er creator were to see 'er now t'ey would be kicking 'emselves until d'ey were in coma.
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fRIENDS://
So, do you have any friends in this area? You ask.
He gives as slight nod and chuckles,
Yea, my mate's are pretty daft, but tey're dear to me. Guess I'll go on a'ead and fill you in about 'em.
Akito & Agito
Now wha' can I really say about t'ese two?
Yes yes, I did say
two. Agito is one of the road keepers, like myself. 'e is the Fang King, and owns the Bloody Road. Tha's actually created from the blood of 'is opponents. Quite an interesting twis' in my opinion.
Akito is a little darling. I can't see 'im causing anyone muc' 'arm. T'anks to the fac' tha' Akito and Agito s'are the same body, 'e's rarely given a 'ard time.
I dun' know if I can refer to t'ese two as friends, bu' as Agito is a fellow king I dun' know wha else to refer to 'im as.
---Spitfire's Roleplay is very very open---
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pETPET://
It's at about this time that you finally notice a patch of fire on Spitfire's tail that burns darker than the rest.
Hey Spitfire, wha's up with that? You quiz, pointing to the spot on his tail.
He turns his head to the side, seeing wha' you're pointing to. He raised his tail, picking some sort of fire off his. He holds it out towards you black eyes open from it.
You fall over backwards, caught off guard by it.
He chuckles and sits on the railing properly.
I guess I should explain, righ'? He asks.
T'is is Firestorm. 'E's a Wuzzle, but 'e keeps getting mistaken for a fire. Originally kids thoug' 'e was a blaze and tried to pu' him ou'. It didn' work, and he opened up a can of ownage on 'em. T'ey got a few bruises before catching 'im in some 'eat resistant clot'ing and broug' 'im to me. 'E's pretty much been stuck with me since.
E ain't really 'ave too much of a use, but 'e's nice company while I'm practicing. 'E's a bit snappy, so you migh' wan' to keep your distance.
You nod slowly, getting back up onto the railing. I'll be sure to do that...
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fLAME kING AND aIRTRECKS://
Can you fly to the 'eavens?
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You pause for a few moments, taking it all in. It was a whole new point of view to look at, and it was difficult all at once.
So. He says, breaking you from your thoughts.
Wha' brought you 'ere anyway?
Oh... you beginning, having nearly completely forgotten,
I came to get a hair cut and some streaks done but... You seem to be the only one that works there.
He seems to give a half off guard chuckle,
I'm usually the only one staffed for the day so you'll 'ave to forgive me. Well there's no point keeping you waiting t'en.
He gets up off his perch and walks over to the door, gesturing with his and for you to follow.
---Blarg, gotta get off and finish later---
He waves you a goodbye and rushes you out of the store, obviously getting ready to wait for the up coming business rush.
You run your fingers through your hair and remember the original reason you came here.
A matter of fact, it was the best hair cut you've ever had.
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lINK://
Link?
qUILT://
Or, better yet, Link trade?
Zafaras :
Everyone Else :
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Customs :
Fire :
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Header Font :
el&font gohtic! - Downloaded from DAfont
Notes to self :
Lindt Chilli Chocolate
Chilli Powder
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