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Post by xsnowkittenx on Nov 18, 2007 16:49:46 GMT -5
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE A young woman of about the age of 16 carefully walked down a stone pat, heading toward the garden. Already unpacked in room 13, her arms hung loose at her side. Her light footsteps sounded on the concrete steps, but slightly muffled by the padded black flats she was wearing. This girl had unusually pale skin, that of which a vampire has, and two little white nubs resting on her bottom lip. Why? Well, she is a vampire, of course. Technicly a dampyre, but she is only half-blooded. Her fater was a vampire, making her what she is. But how do you explain thelarge violet wings with a 10 foor wingspan shooting out of her back? Simple. Her mother was a fairy. That makes this girl half vampire, half fairy. With the fairy side, she can fly(Obviously).With the vampire side, she was extremely strong and invinceable. Although this girl never fought. She perferred peace. But she blew up when someone hurt her beloved kitten, Snow. At thios moment, Snow was tucked away in the girl's room, sleeping away.Her violet wings were curled to her side. She was in a violet colored dress that fell loosely around her ankles. It was short sleeved, and the silk material fell over her, complementing her shape. Very thin, she stood at about 5'3, and weighed about 115 Lbs.Her blonde hair went just past her shoulder blades, thick, and had violet highlights, matching her eyes and wings. According to her mood, the highlights in her hair, eyes, and wings change color. That was something that she couldn't control, and that bothered her greatly. Who want's their emotion shown so obviously every day? It gets annoying. A shiny silver neacklace on her pale neck bore the name "Liesolette" Yes, this was the girl's name. Old-style, yes, but very appropriate. She stood there, thinking of her kitten.A small, fragile sigh excaped her mouth, and she lightly tucked some lose hair behind her ear, Her bangs fell around her face, framing it. Liesolette had the ability to control the four basic elements: Waier, Fire, Earth, and Air. She enjoyed to experiment with them, and had all abilities except the color-changing ability mastered.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 18, 2007 16:54:38 GMT -5
Ummmm.....Im sorry but......Not accepted. You just didnt follow alot of the rules most of the time, and the intro is just not working here. Sorry though, you just need to work harder on writing better. Dont take it personally. How about after a bit more experience you come back here, we'd love to have you back.
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 18, 2007 16:58:25 GMT -5
Oh crap, I kinda have to agree with Tsubasa. I know I said that this intro was fine, but Tsubasa is right; besides, I said that if you edited this one to make it like your other character's then you'd be fine. But you didn't, and... I'm sorry. I feel terrible for doing this--believe me, rejecting people sucks--but it has to be done, we gave you a lot of chances, but you didn't take them to their full extent. Nothing personal.
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Post by xsnowkittenx on Nov 18, 2007 16:58:26 GMT -5
And I'd love to be back. This sucks. Ah, well, it's meant to be, I guess. Well, have fun! And so you knwo, not to be rude, but my computer is being very stupid, and won't let me view some of the pages...like the rules....tottaly stupid. I am on a different computer, as of now, have read the, fully understand, and I appologise. Thank you. Have a nice day.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 18, 2007 17:00:38 GMT -5
*cries* I FEEL SO GUILTY!!! *huggles Micca* So come back as soon as you get BETTER!!!!
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Post by Poe on Nov 24, 2007 21:01:45 GMT -5
Personal Name: Poe
Age (If wanted): 14
How you found us: Lola/Ara my bestestest-real-world-life-friend-whom-I-am-talking-to-on-the-phone-right-now!
Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): Four and a half years.
Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): I'm: Crazy Hyper What I believe is literate Funny Hyper A wakeboarder Outgoing Talkative Romantic A reader A writer Annnnnnnnnd pretty damn awesome.
Character Basis Name: Marcus J. Baddiman
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Birthday: March 3
Race: Rebmevon
Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): Mentis
Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Rebel
Sexual Preference: Straight
Physical Description Hair color: Coal Black
Eye color: So dark, they look black.
Skin color: It is, undoubtedly, white, but with a golden color. The traditional hispanic brown, if you will.
Shape of face: He has a broad jaw with a slight cleft, and high cheekbones. His forehead is far from billboard-ish.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 193
Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Muscular, slim
Other: Standing at 6'1" and weighing around 183 pounds Marcus Baddiman is what some girls could call... eye candy. Because of his Latino origin his skin is darker then the average person, and it looks as if he is walking around with a tan: all the time. He has black hair that he keeps neatly trimmed- short on the sides and long on the top, but of course when he doesn't feel like styling it in the morning he will more often the not just let it fall over his eyes. Back when he was younger he had dark brown hair that was wavy and would fall in front of his dark chocolate brown eyes. His eyes are pretty much the same, though they seem darker now and are much more serious then what they used to be... in the good old days. He carries himself with great pride and passion. His shoulders are never slumped and he walks almost as if he were floating. Yes, his mother said that if he doesn't get shot with a bullet then his pride will kill him. Or the rival gang... Some of the weight comes from working out. The results are so worth it... And needed- in his eyes anyway.
Marcus usually falls into the 'clean' category of clothing. His jeans don't have holes in them, his shirts aren't baggy- even if his pants are- and his shoes are always clean. Back in high school people made fun of him that he cleaned them with a tooth-brush. His favorite outfits are button down open in the front with a wife beater or other shirt underneath of it, dark Jeans that are a little bit baggy, and the only piece of jewelry is a silver chain that hangs from his belt-loop and connects to his wallet in his back pocket.
Personality Attitude: "Do you really want to know? I'm bad-ass, unless I'm around kids. Yeah whatever, then I go totally soft. My weakness. Sad I know." "My ex's tell me that I'm too perverted for their taste, because they say every other word out of my mouth is a sex joke. Which, really it isn't. Or at least- it isn't anymore. Actually, know I think I've cleaned myself up quite a bit. Much more mature. Of course, now they say I'm too protective." "Yeah, so, I talk like a sailor too, sorry, cover your ears folks. I'm the best fu cking, motherf ucker there is. You think you can take me on? Bring it on!" *Motions forward* "I doubt you can get me down." "Yeah, big headed... When I get mad, I get really mad, and can't really... control myself. People that I know well say I'm dangerous- and I wish I could say otherwise. Sadly, I believe them."
"A lot of people I'm really, really stuck up. I'm not. I just... Well, you just have to get to know me is all. *nods* Honest, I'm not that bad."
"Uhm. Now I think I'm out of things to say. So. Yeah."
Likes: [+]Girls [+]Dare I say, sex [+]Kids [+]Fighting [+]The colors black red and silver [+]Poker [+]Money [+]Dares [+]Himself (Who could blame him) [+]Medicine- the body has to heal itself to become stronger.
Dislikes: [+]Pot [+]Drugs... [+]Being sick [+]Being unloyal [+]slu tty girls [+]Brats [+]Prissy kids
Good at: [+]Swearing [+]Dare I say, Sex [+]Being manly [+]Being a softy [+]Being a ladies man [+]Saying yes [+]Learning things about people very, very easily. Hm. WOnder why? [+]Talking about himself.
Bad at: [+]Tolerating people [+]Saying no [+]Meeting new people, mainly weird people [+]Letting some one get hurt at his expense (Happens a lot.) [+]Not talking about him.
Hobbies: [+]Fighting [+]Arguing [+]Swimming [+]Working out.
Habits: Quirks: [+]He slides his chain that hangs on his pants back and forth when he is nervous [+]Cracks his knuckles in an awkward silence [+]Runs his hand through his hair when he is at a loss for something to say.
WHAT I ADDED:
Fears: weaknesses: [+]Bullets [+]Silver [+]Blood [+]His anger [+]Kids [+]A pretty face
Other Past: Marcus was born in Revmevon, and stayed where he was until the war began- his family running with from the danger. They fled to Earth and settled. They were fine. Him and his six siblings, all of them fine... Until. Someone did something stupid.
Now the government is after them, and his mother- fallen to their hands because of one of her own children is dead. Marcus's father, devastated, would not leave, and is probably caught. The children went their different ways, Marcus to the life of a rebel, refusing to be caught, and blood lust in his eyes toward that of his brother who turned in his family and caused so much grief. Other: If this character has any other info about them, please say it here.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE He was dressed in his Sunday best, but when wasn’t he? His black suit was pressed and clean, his black shoes polished ‘till they shone even in the dark, and his black hair was wet back so he had a silky look about him. The only things that WEREN’T black were his two baby blue eyes that looked carefully from one place to the next, studying everyone and everything, and of course the silver chain that hung from the pocket of his black pinstripe trousers. This fine silver chain was connected to a pocket watch that would tick for the rest of its life to sixty. A one sided smile inched up his lips as he stepped out of the trolley that had carried him to the hell hole of this little North Carolina town. Well, if it hadn’t been a hell hole before, it certainly was one now. As he stepped out onto the sidewalk, just across from the courthouse, he looked up at the large white Victorian that was sitting on several acres of land. From local gossip he had heard about this town he knew a rich couple lived in that birthday cake of a house… He wondered if he’d get to meet the woman that lived there. Leaning on a cane with a silver top he shrugged mentally to himself, what did it matter if he did meet the beauty that lived there? He would certainly only cause her grief.
Taking the pocket watch out of his pocket he checked the time. Ah, a quarter to noon. Right on time. Now where was that little man that was to take him to his home? He was the richest man in this little town of Cole Creek. As the trolley drove away he walked across the street toward the town square, looking up at the court house, thinking quietly to himself before a portly man that looked like Humpty Dumpty bounced up to him. “Sir, you must be Mr. Rollands, right?” ”Yes, I am he. Call me Erick, please.” Erick Rollands held out a pale white hand and shook the spidery one of the mayor who was delighted that this man was staying in their little town. ”I don’t see why you don’t stay in the town, sir, there-“ ”I will be better suited out in the woodlands, I believe, become closer to nature,” he waved his hand about. “But I assure you I will come into Cole Creek as often as I can.” He smiled.
Erick Rollands, for being as evil as he was, was quite a handsome devil. Cursed with good looks, and a horrible reputation. Lust, greed, envy, and passion it was all built into him, it was all part of the big picture… As the mayor bounced around telling him about the layout of Cole Creek itself Erick’s eyes wandered, he took in all the ladies in their stiff, high necked lacey dresses, their hair done up as they walked with their husbands, smiles on their pretty faces. Innocent, pretty faces. How he would love to show them what a true passion was like. How he’d love to show them. And how he’d love to take them from their husbands- envy and lust worked into his blood, pumping through him, he had to keep his cool to keep from turning red.
Well, it was true- the devil’s true color was red when he let his… faults get the best of him. But everyone had a true color in them. They walked around the square once, being shown the entire town- which wasn’t much. The whole while he searched for the woman that lived in the large house. Money… he couldn’t help it. Even if he was to be here a short while, he had to leave a lasting impression on SOME ONE… Finally the mayor left him, telling him some one would be by to show him to his cabin in the woods where he would be staying until he decided to leave. Until his ‘punishment’ was up. What had he done to offend God this time? Oh hell, even he didn’t know. Chuckling at his little joke, he strolled around the square stopping at the edge of the green, once again, just looking.
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“THEY TOLD ME TO!” ”They told you to what?” A nurse asked the boy softly, trying to soothe his spasms. ”To do this…” A single shot of the gun pierced the nurse’s skin... and blood was everywhere. Seeping off the walls, and sinking into the floor, coming out of the tap of the sink in the bathroom. Blood. Everywhere.
A frigid cold swept over his body, he began to tremble, and then he shot up in bed, waking from the dream, straining against the leather straps that held his arms, legs, and chest to the hard hospital bed. He came in crazy. They said he would never leave… Nevertheless, the voices… the voices in his dreams, that he had heard for as long as he could remember, told him that he could. If he would only do as they said. So, the John Doe to the hospital was going to listen to these voices… and do what they told him to do. Do what he did in his dreams. His nightmares.
He was going to break free. He was going to kill. It was the only way, they said, to get free. Shaking his head back and fourth his pale blond hair that almost fell over his eyes began to stick to his forehead. A scream escaped his pale lips. Everything about him was pale. His skin, his eyes, his hair… Pale and frail.
As soon as he screamed again nurses came rushing in, stopping by his bedside and checking his pulse, trying to get him to calm down. Finally, he saw the needle. His lower lip began to tremble. “I don’t want to die,” he whispered. “I don’t want to die…” He continued to say that, mumble and mutter it as they fed the drug into his blood… finally he slept. Not as soundly as the nurses would have liked.
The drug worked its way to his brain where the voices came back. They screamed at him. ‘You failed! You failed!’ And he could only whimper and beg to be given another chance. At this, the voices gentled, caressing his pale cheek. “My son,” they began, “you may have one last chance… The gun. The gun is in the drawer in the lobby. He left it there for you…” The soft lips of the voice brushed against his cheek. “My son. Do not fail us again…” Then they disappeared and he was left to sleep.
The gentle lull of the machines kept his eyelids heavy as he finally stopped tossing around and around and he slept peacefully. Clothed in the white hospital gown and bathed in the florescent light he could have looked like an angel. But, everyone who worked with him knew better. They heard what he muttered, heard that he muttered about death to all… But they did not know it would be true.
The nameless boy, the John Doe, was no older then 16, and yet… he was going to kill for his freedom. He worked by the minute, all in his sleep with the power of the voices on his side. He picked at the knots on the leather strap with his long, skinny fingers until they began to come undone. One arm would come free. Then the other. Finally, in the dead of the night… when only the nightshift and janitors were left he had undone his ankle straps. He was free, or as free as he could be until the next morning, when all hell would break loose.
He found the gun, right where the voices had said it was. Left by one of their friends in a drawer in the lobby of the hospital, it was loaded. The gun felt heavy in his hands, extremely heavy, his arm sagged slightly as he held it up and took aim. No fear coursed through him as he picked his way back to his bedroom and refastened the straps around his arms, making sure they were loose enough to pull himself out of them, after putting the gun under his pillow. He could feel to cold metal on the back of his head.
As sleep took over him he heard the happy murmur of the voices. “Good,” they said, “you have done well, my son.”
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Post by Poe on Nov 24, 2007 21:02:53 GMT -5
Oh yeah. Sorry guys:
Memories all alone in the moonlight.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2007 21:22:34 GMT -5
ACCEPTED! except my word doesn't count.... so... you have to wait.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 24, 2007 23:02:20 GMT -5
.....Ara....My little fledgling.....*sighs* NO ADMIN POWERS FOR YOU!!! *taps on nose* Bad Ara, bad. Oh and Poe. Accepted by me. Very nice. You'll just have to wait for Yukino to come back from her country house. So tada! xD
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 25, 2007 15:26:03 GMT -5
WELL THEN First of all, Tsubasa, Ara is MY fledgling. Rawrrrrrrr. Two. Poe... I don't know how to say this... um, crap, okay, well...
I fell in love with your character. *smexes his face* Accepted. Whooooot! XD
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Post by Whisper on Nov 25, 2007 15:29:29 GMT -5
It's okay guys, there's enough of me to go around. Hey, since she joined....do I get my prize now? xD
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Nov 25, 2007 15:30:26 GMT -5
Wasn't it three members? You have to get two more silly little Ara. There, there, *pats head*
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Nov 25, 2007 15:31:35 GMT -5
I still need to think of a prize... *continues smexing Marcus' face*
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Post by Whisper on Nov 25, 2007 15:32:02 GMT -5
WHAT?! -goes back to read- well then....thats deppresssing.
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Post by Linsie on Nov 25, 2007 20:06:09 GMT -5
Personal Name: Just call me Linsie please. =) Age (If wanted):14 How you found us: Static Impulse ((Which is really awesome by the way. xD)) Experience (How long you've been role playing for): At least three years. Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): Er... Um... I'm a moody person sometimes. And I can be kinda weird. Like, crazy weird. xD I like to use smilies... cause smilies are just awesome like that. A-and I like yaoi, because it's just hot you know. Yeah, I'm done babbling.
Character Basis Name: Alaina Sheal ((Shut up, I couldn't think of a better last a name. ;.) Gender: Female Age: 18 Birthday: May 17th, 1989 Race: Human Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): N/A Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Oblivious Sexual Preference: Straight
Physical Description Hair color: Light, sandy blonde Eye color: Golden brown Skin color: A shade darker than ivory, pale. Shape of face: Heart shaped Height: 5'6 Weight: 115 Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Some where in the middle of slim and curvy. xD Other: She likes to wear dark clothing. Stripes and sometimes skinny jeans. She's not emo though!
Personality Attitude: ~Shy ~Quiet ~Determined ~Stubborn ~Friendly ~Naive ~Not much of a people person. ~Contemplative Likes: Art, literature, fashion, astronomy, cooking. Dislikes: Being smothered by friends, her family, people who lie, the city. Good at: Drawing and painting, sewing, cooking, science. Bad at: Lying, being able to tell if someone is lying, public speaking. Hobbies: Reading, drawing and painting, cooking, sewing. Habits: She tends to only eat sweets. You'd think she'd be fat, but no. She also has a habit of trusting people to much. As well as staying up really late at night.
Other Past: Alaina's life is pretty much uninteresting. Born into a somewhat wealthy family, she was forced into going into a private school. A strict school that really only didn't tolerate anything. Which meant talking or fun was practically non-existent in that particular school. Which may very well be the reason of her shyness. Her family is pretty much snobs, wanting her to fit into their narrow minded view of what a proper lady should be. That has caused Alaina to dislike them. Other: Nope... =/
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Why, why was she so interested in such a boring subject? Astronomy, what was the use of learning it? For her, art was love. Cooking and literature, both was a art. Well, in her mind. That's what she loved. Now she was reading a book about stars. How could that be considered art? Was she just being narrow minded like her drab, snooty family. She simply sighed quietly, if she liked this, why not learn more? She needed to broaden her horizons anyway.
"Black holes, so that's why..." She murmured, her eyelids beginning to droop. "... Light can't escape them." She blinked, trying to rid herself of the sudden drowsiness. Pushing herself upward, she grasped the astronomy book she had checked out from the public library. Snapping it shut and laying it onto her messy dresser. To tired to put in a suitable place. Yawning and scratching her liquid topaz hued eyes, she shuffled to her window.
Alaina gazed out, witnessing the city she unfortunately had to live in. It wasn't fair, really. This place was like a death trap. If the thugs didn't murder you, you'd eventually die of the smog and air pollution. What a sad way to go. She ran her small hand through her blonde hair. Her thick mane holding many delicately cut layers. She continued to survey her home. A group of older teens collected around the base of a old apartment across the street, hidden by the shadows , looking around suspiciously and cautiously. Alaina bit her lip. Wondering what they could be doing at 3 AM. Probably drugs. How sad.
A urge to just get up and dessert her home town rose, but that was crazy. She would never get far. She was old enough to live by herself, but her parents would literally drag back with force if she refused to come home.
She sighed and lifted her head to the sky, seeing only but a few stars. Dull, barely visible. Guess that's what happens when there are so many city lights around. Another thing why she hated this place.
She grumbled, slowly making her way from the window to her overly large bed. Her pajamas already on. She preceded to lay down, dive under the warm blankets, and slip off into a deep sleep. Yet another boring day was to await the girl tomorrow. And she knew this. Her life was boring.
Well... she may be wrong.
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