10-22-2013, 09:50 PM
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Endless rays of dazzling sunlight glistened through the glass veils that formed the ceiling of the dome, engulfing each and every life form and plant that manifested its existence inside the utopian confines of what its architects have baptized as " Sylvania Dome " an extension of a bigger contraption, most often known as Freeport 10.
The current contraption and grip of the temporal dimensions apparently see themselves fit inside the protective boundaries of the ordinary. The lavished, rich vegetation of the Dome found itself flourishing, nurtured and caressed by the sun while accompanied by the milky blue colour of the system's nebula that gallantly painted the surreal machination of planetary atmosphere or "sky" against the dome's ceiling. This also gave the architects the pleasure of not launching any reality depraving simulations, except only when they desired to lay witness on the elusive frugality of the night. At any other occasion, they allowed the cosmic powers of the sun and other astral forms to indulge them with their wonders.
However, what appeared to be an ordinary "day" ( an improper connotation that we all love to associate with a definite transition of time from a point to another ) wasn't so ordinary at all.
In fact, this is the very first day that the Sylvania Dome found its beautifully erected labyrinth of scrumptiously green, elegant vegetation perverted by the empty, infatuated glare of a certain individual who dared drench his shoes on the soft grass completing the otherwise empty canvases which eventually composed the totality of this serene, contemplation instigating, scenery.
This individual, who happened to be one of this fine dome's architects, found his body hidden from any sight that would despicably over analyze the details of his organism's exterior with an excessive quantity of abhorrence and disgust, by a set of exquisite, finespun clothing that he so magnanimously adorned: A black top hat, and black, professional, gallant clothing.
If not for the evidently typical hat of his, his identity was betrayed by his face, his chin embellished by a goatee, his ever present, omnipotent smile believed to carve even through scales of metal, and last but not least, his stature, his personality and above all: his companion.
A beautiful, jovial, playful and trusted black leopard, with black fur and piercing green eyes, adopted from the eccentric and overtly exquisite entrails of the fine House of Gallia. This furry companion, was now seen standing by his right leg, leashed to his right arm. One would easily confuse this one for his other "right-hand" after taking in consideration the compassion and the amicability between the two.
For all intents and purposes, this elegant individual often founds himself as an idealist, a cosmopolitan, an exquisite, unique individual, an eccentric, an innovative, a ladies' man, an animal lover, an amoral, prosperity guided barbarian who wages his wars through the marvelous battlefronts of pen and paper ( Diplomacy, Persuasion, Economy, Politics ) , the incarnation of a god in the making, but to all others, this obviously ambitious individual with an insatiable pride is known simply as Robert d'Autoine.
He stood firmly, at the entrance of a labyrinth, with his ever loyal companion sitting at his side, stretching and lying on the soft, lush grass.
Robert was long anticipating the arrival of somebody, somebody with whom he wanted to engage in a fruitful exchange of "trivialities" , and that person's arrival shall be announced shortly...
Brothers in more refined arms...
Endless rays of dazzling sunlight glistened through the glass veils that formed the ceiling of the dome, engulfing each and every life form and plant that manifested its existence inside the utopian confines of what its architects have baptized as " Sylvania Dome " an extension of a bigger contraption, most often known as Freeport 10.
The current contraption and grip of the temporal dimensions apparently see themselves fit inside the protective boundaries of the ordinary. The lavished, rich vegetation of the Dome found itself flourishing, nurtured and caressed by the sun while accompanied by the milky blue colour of the system's nebula that gallantly painted the surreal machination of planetary atmosphere or "sky" against the dome's ceiling. This also gave the architects the pleasure of not launching any reality depraving simulations, except only when they desired to lay witness on the elusive frugality of the night. At any other occasion, they allowed the cosmic powers of the sun and other astral forms to indulge them with their wonders.
However, what appeared to be an ordinary "day" ( an improper connotation that we all love to associate with a definite transition of time from a point to another ) wasn't so ordinary at all.
In fact, this is the very first day that the Sylvania Dome found its beautifully erected labyrinth of scrumptiously green, elegant vegetation perverted by the empty, infatuated glare of a certain individual who dared drench his shoes on the soft grass completing the otherwise empty canvases which eventually composed the totality of this serene, contemplation instigating, scenery.
This individual, who happened to be one of this fine dome's architects, found his body hidden from any sight that would despicably over analyze the details of his organism's exterior with an excessive quantity of abhorrence and disgust, by a set of exquisite, finespun clothing that he so magnanimously adorned: A black top hat, and black, professional, gallant clothing.
If not for the evidently typical hat of his, his identity was betrayed by his face, his chin embellished by a goatee, his ever present, omnipotent smile believed to carve even through scales of metal, and last but not least, his stature, his personality and above all: his companion.
A beautiful, jovial, playful and trusted black leopard, with black fur and piercing green eyes, adopted from the eccentric and overtly exquisite entrails of the fine House of Gallia. This furry companion, was now seen standing by his right leg, leashed to his right arm. One would easily confuse this one for his other "right-hand" after taking in consideration the compassion and the amicability between the two.
For all intents and purposes, this elegant individual often founds himself as an idealist, a cosmopolitan, an exquisite, unique individual, an eccentric, an innovative, a ladies' man, an animal lover, an amoral, prosperity guided barbarian who wages his wars through the marvelous battlefronts of pen and paper ( Diplomacy, Persuasion, Economy, Politics ) , the incarnation of a god in the making, but to all others, this obviously ambitious individual with an insatiable pride is known simply as Robert d'Autoine.
He stood firmly, at the entrance of a labyrinth, with his ever loyal companion sitting at his side, stretching and lying on the soft, lush grass.
Robert was long anticipating the arrival of somebody, somebody with whom he wanted to engage in a fruitful exchange of "trivialities" , and that person's arrival shall be announced shortly...