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Heres my example of rping as souled Spike, for the most part this is right after he got his souled back and returned to Sunnydale.
Glistering within the moonlight I stared off into space becoming lost within my thoughts. Thoughts of the past that would not leave. I could drink a million bottles of vodka down but still the past will not leave me alone. Always whispering in my thoughts. But what would one expect of me with my current situation. William the Bloody I once was, a murders creature of the night, but now that very same vampire is reduced to a pathetic excuse for a vampire. A vampire with a soul. I could remember everything I've done. Everyone I've killed, I could remember their pleads and screams as I tortured them, then finally sinking my fangs into their fresh mortal skin as I drank from them, reducing the living person into just another dead corpse whom wouldn't enjoy the pleasures of life ever again. What an evil act it was but I didn't care. I had no heart or remorse, no guilt with in only fascination with the kill. But now the guilt overcomes. I wish I could just take things back but no matter what I do I can't. Finally I snapped out of it as and glanced around looking as if I just entered another world and returned. Slowly my eyes begin to water, blinking heavily as I did not want to cry, but surely a tear started to form as it slowly slide from my eye onto my cheek, sliding down my face as it dropped to the ground.
Glistering within the moonlight I stared off into space becoming lost within my thoughts. Thoughts of the past that would not leave. I could drink a million bottles of vodka down but still the past will not leave me alone. Always whispering in my thoughts. But what would one expect of me with my current situation. William the Bloody I once was, a murders creature of the night, but now that very same vampire is reduced to a pathetic excuse for a vampire. A vampire with a soul. I could remember everything I've done. Everyone I've killed, I could remember their pleads and screams as I tortured them, then finally sinking my fangs into their fresh mortal skin as I drank from them, reducing the living person into just another dead corpse whom wouldn't enjoy the pleasures of life ever again. What an evil act it was but I didn't care. I had no heart or remorse, no guilt with in only fascination with the kill. But now the guilt overcomes. I wish I could just take things back but no matter what I do I can't. Finally I snapped out of it as and glanced around looking as if I just entered another world and returned. Slowly my eyes begin to water, blinking heavily as I did not want to cry, but surely a tear started to form as it slowly slide from my eye onto my cheek, sliding down my face as it dropped to the ground.