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[oops, uhm, this is a mentor application.]
Username: e d en - s o n g
Years Roleplaying: Forum roleplaying? 4 or so months. Started May 25 this year to be exact. Before that, I roleplayed on a game/chat type server on NWN2 for about 6 months, but looking back I wouldn't call it roleplay so much as wish fulfillment. You're going to keep reading and not judge me by that, by the way. ;D
Literacy Rating: Advance Literate
Writing Specialities: Hmmm...well, I do have a bit of a signature, being that I tend to detail my character's mental flights through irrationality. I'm unsure if I have a specialty in writing itself though. As for general roleplay, I would say crafting settings and games.
What is one element of roleplaying (in your field of specialty) you think a lot of roleplayers may struggle with, and what’s one piece of advice you’d give to improve it? One? I'll give you two. : D
Roleplayers need to stop being so attached to their characters. You need to be willing to see your character die, piss themselves, and not be thought of in a great way. You need to be willing to love your character's enemies, cheer when your character loses, and enjoy not winning. Willing and able, that doesn't mean want. But you need to be able to have fun in a way that doesn't involve your character being the main character all the time. A lot of roleplayers glamorize their characters, not just a little but to quite an extent. Overdoing post styles, having glamor shots of your characters, bragging about them in OOC. These are good indications that you're attached to your character, because you like to put them on a pedestal. Take them down from the pedestal, have a simpler post style, allow yourself to choose realistic pictures over glamorous ones. That doesn't mean you can't love your character despite their faults and enjoy playing them, but if you don't love any other character then maybe something's wrong.
Roleplayers need to also, actually think about what they're doing. When I first started RPing in a game/chat type roleplay (NWN2), I never once thought about what my character was doing. Her actions were according to my whim, even my mood. She was inconsistent and not a character but a crude mask that everyone could see right through. I see it so often: roleplayers don't really think about why their character does something. They're just acting. Forum roleplay is (imo) superior because it lets you sit down and think before you start typing, take advantage of that and your roleplay will improve immensely.
Why do you want to be a H E L P Mentor? Because Strude threatened to whip me if I didn't. Uhm, no, I kid, I was eyeing this before and wasn't sure, then Strude mentioned she was mentoring, and I enjoy it, and she linked here, and well...magic happened. Well, I sprinkled some glitter over the mouse. Really, though, I'm passionate about roleplaying. So passionate, I wrote up a very long and nice essay about roleplaying being "collaborative novel writing" which I accidentally deleted. Angst. I take it seriously, I feel what makes great roleplay is not writing style or ability but what is being written about, what is going on behind the writing. The decisions that the writer makes for what the character does. The gears and cogs behind the mask, if you will, are what matter.
Availability online: All the @#&&#xin;g time, seriously. Even when I'm in classes. Though every other week I inch towards a somewhat normal amount of time spent online.
Favorite Genre: Non-traditional fantasy.
Writing samples (general roleplaying and of your specialty/ies): *cracks knuckles*
Let me just mention here that the below post is from a game that takes place in a setting of mine, which is a play on traditional fantasy. Her being preoccupied with the captain and her apparent lack of compassion is not unusual for her race. I say that because if not for that, I'd be groaning at how crappy a character she is. But there's a reason for it.
Another post in my setting. No way I'm reading this all over again, I'm pretty sure there's nothing that you wouldn't be able to understand though so we're good. We're good.
A post in someone else's game, a fan game of Darker Than Black, which is basically to put it simply an anime about supervillains in Tokyo.
Organizational Skill: Not really sure what this means. I'm not lazy, I'm charge of quite a bit of stuff--VP of Strude's RP guild, editor-in-chief of a college newspaper (why did I put the RP one first? I need help, obviously), leader of a DDO RP guild, and...well that's it actually. But I am always able and willing to put in the time and effort when someone needs me. As for actual organization? I dunno, I'm not the best organized, but I'm willing to put in work. So balance that how you ese fit.
Username: e d en - s o n g
Years Roleplaying: Forum roleplaying? 4 or so months. Started May 25 this year to be exact. Before that, I roleplayed on a game/chat type server on NWN2 for about 6 months, but looking back I wouldn't call it roleplay so much as wish fulfillment. You're going to keep reading and not judge me by that, by the way. ;D
Literacy Rating: Advance Literate
Writing Specialities: Hmmm...well, I do have a bit of a signature, being that I tend to detail my character's mental flights through irrationality. I'm unsure if I have a specialty in writing itself though. As for general roleplay, I would say crafting settings and games.
What is one element of roleplaying (in your field of specialty) you think a lot of roleplayers may struggle with, and what’s one piece of advice you’d give to improve it? One? I'll give you two. : D
Roleplayers need to stop being so attached to their characters. You need to be willing to see your character die, piss themselves, and not be thought of in a great way. You need to be willing to love your character's enemies, cheer when your character loses, and enjoy not winning. Willing and able, that doesn't mean want. But you need to be able to have fun in a way that doesn't involve your character being the main character all the time. A lot of roleplayers glamorize their characters, not just a little but to quite an extent. Overdoing post styles, having glamor shots of your characters, bragging about them in OOC. These are good indications that you're attached to your character, because you like to put them on a pedestal. Take them down from the pedestal, have a simpler post style, allow yourself to choose realistic pictures over glamorous ones. That doesn't mean you can't love your character despite their faults and enjoy playing them, but if you don't love any other character then maybe something's wrong.
Roleplayers need to also, actually think about what they're doing. When I first started RPing in a game/chat type roleplay (NWN2), I never once thought about what my character was doing. Her actions were according to my whim, even my mood. She was inconsistent and not a character but a crude mask that everyone could see right through. I see it so often: roleplayers don't really think about why their character does something. They're just acting. Forum roleplay is (imo) superior because it lets you sit down and think before you start typing, take advantage of that and your roleplay will improve immensely.
Why do you want to be a H E L P Mentor? Because Strude threatened to whip me if I didn't. Uhm, no, I kid, I was eyeing this before and wasn't sure, then Strude mentioned she was mentoring, and I enjoy it, and she linked here, and well...magic happened. Well, I sprinkled some glitter over the mouse. Really, though, I'm passionate about roleplaying. So passionate, I wrote up a very long and nice essay about roleplaying being "collaborative novel writing" which I accidentally deleted. Angst. I take it seriously, I feel what makes great roleplay is not writing style or ability but what is being written about, what is going on behind the writing. The decisions that the writer makes for what the character does. The gears and cogs behind the mask, if you will, are what matter.
Availability online: All the @#&&#xin;g time, seriously. Even when I'm in classes. Though every other week I inch towards a somewhat normal amount of time spent online.
Favorite Genre: Non-traditional fantasy.
Writing samples (general roleplaying and of your specialty/ies): *cracks knuckles*
Let me just mention here that the below post is from a game that takes place in a setting of mine, which is a play on traditional fantasy. Her being preoccupied with the captain and her apparent lack of compassion is not unusual for her race. I say that because if not for that, I'd be groaning at how crappy a character she is. But there's a reason for it.
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One thing continued to bother Cas Seingalt, even when she descended the gangplank as politely as possible after having been shooed off by the ship’s repairmen. Shooed, of course, referring to a rather nasty quarrel which had very nearly ended in one of the engineer’s kissing his salty a** goodbye. The elf grinned at a thought, pleased with the small step in regaining her dignity (even if only she cared or noticed). But then her mind returned to the words uttered by her Captain Fort so many months ago:
“Ain’t sly, Playfair. Just prefer blondes.”
Even now, the memory was making her seethe with something indescribable. Blondes. What, like Belo? she thought with a rather unladylike snort that earned her a disturbed look from one of the villagers. Still, if he did prefer blondes, the least she could do was make his view all the more pleasing. And perhaps in the process get him to notice her just for the once—not that it was her intention to, she assured herself, it would simply be a harmless side effect. One which she would simply bear if she had to.
Nodding to herself at this apparently perfectly reasonable train of thought, Cas continued on her path towards her first destination: a bakery. She hadn’t been to ma’Deu quite as many times as she’d been to Fort Rock, and had yet to pick just which bakery had the finest treats. Neither had the bakers quite gotten used to her half-sugarysweet, half-demanding demeanor. Ah, and now they would be treated to all of that while she was in a rush. So it was that the owners of this as-of-yet undiscovered shop were a little more than surprised to see the little gun-toting elf tug for a full thirty seconds on their door, huff her way in, and spend another thirty seconds poring with the greatest concentration over their display.
The elf looked up, eyes narrowed, and pressed one thin finger to the glass. “That one.” After a moment she added: “Do you know any wigmakers in town?”
The owners, having spent the entire time eyeing her, suddenly remembered their duty to be polite, and quickly shuffled the desired treat from its case after a few nervous questions about quantity and gift-wrapping. After a few moments of chin-tapping, the location of said wigmaker was revealed. Cas then—not entirely realizing she was doing it—used her revolver in a very pointed remark about how she was going to leave her purchase here and come back for it, and it better not be disturbed when she came back. Ignoring the nervous reminder that the shop closed in five minutes, she pushed the door open and exited to the street.
There was only one wigmaker in town, she’d been told, and she headed directly towards his shop. She paused at the window, frowning at the displays. Two blonde wigs, both the dullest of yellows. Her lip curled. No, no, this simply wouldn’t do. She needed something far better.
Frustrated, she began to look around. She was surrounded by almost exclusively Kerrians. What were the chances she could find a blonde girl—with well-kept, and long hair—at this hour? This was awful. She felt incredibly annoyed at herself for not doing this in Fort Rock while she’d had the chance, but no, damn her, she’d been too busy bawling her eyes out—
Ah!
Cas blinked, hardly believing her eyes. Bless the gods! A little interracial girl. Dark of skin, light of hair, just like Belo. Her hand flew to her breast, and she sighed happily. Maybe she really hadn’t sinned so badly if they were being this kind to her. The girl was even without parents, lost as could be. A wicked, toothy grin possessed her, which she quickly suppressed so as not to scare the little girl.
Slowly the elf approached her, glad for once at her small height. The girl seemed unsure of what to make of the little woman reaching out to pet her pretty blonde hair, but Cas quickly reassured her with a soft cooing.
“Such pretty hair you have there.”
The girl blushed, looking down. For a moment Cas considered just scalping the girl and getting it over with, but no, that would defeat the purpose. Fort would be so mad. And she almost certain the wigmaker wouldn’t approve, either. So, the hard way then.
She held down a sigh and kept her face as gentle as she could. “You’ve lost your parents?” The girl nodded eagerly. Cas gave her best pout and patted the girl’s hair. “Oh, no, no, that’s too bad. I could help you, if you’d like.” The girl looked up, her eyes brightening.
“You see, I’ve got me a problem, and I simply can’t do anything until it’s taken care of. Once it’s done, I could give you some coin, and a cookie, and tell you where your parents are—it’s where all parents go when they’ve lost their children, you see.”
The girl nodded quickly, understanding. Cas grinned wide.
A good many minutes later, as the night had begun, Cas found herself looking nervously into an empty window, adjusting the silvery blonde wig. It was a rushed job, but Cas had been impatient and her revolver convincing. Luckily most of it had been cranked out by a fascinating looking little machine, which unfortunately didn’t have the best result in quality. Still, it was night, and the darkness would cover up the wig’s problems for the most part. Or so Cas hoped.
She was busy examining herself from every possible angle, tossing the child’s hair to and fro—she’d sent the now bald little girl off into the woods somewhere with a cookie and a coin, dear thing—when the lively sound of Kerrian music drifted to her ears. They perked up, and she lifted her head, turning. Gods, it sounded as if the whole town had joined the party. The streets were entirely empty, and those few she did see here and there were headed towards the music.
Fort, then, would be there. No doubt.
With one more quick glance in the makeshift mirror, Cas turned fully and hurried towards the music, eyes trained for Fort’s always-noticeable hair. Ah, there! Her heart sunk—no, Aleta’s.
The elf frowned, standing at the edge of the town’s center, trying her hardest not to reach up and cover her ears, which would likely ruin all the rearranging of the wig she’d done. She bit her lip, slowly turning her head and carefully glancing through the groups for any other glimpse of red. Finally, she spotted a tall redhead man at the other end of the festivities. She frowned and looked around, not wanting to approach from the front—oh no, that was too obvious. Too unlike her.
Content with the extra few minutes it took to skirt the edges of the party, Cas finally reached him and made no announcement of her presence as she stepped in next to him. She tugged Vega out just a little, and her blade as well, careful to make sure they were noticeable to anyone daring to approach her Captain. Finally, content with the view, she crossed her arms, stiffened her face into a scowl and took up her usual uninvited place at Fort’s side.
“Ain’t sly, Playfair. Just prefer blondes.”
Even now, the memory was making her seethe with something indescribable. Blondes. What, like Belo? she thought with a rather unladylike snort that earned her a disturbed look from one of the villagers. Still, if he did prefer blondes, the least she could do was make his view all the more pleasing. And perhaps in the process get him to notice her just for the once—not that it was her intention to, she assured herself, it would simply be a harmless side effect. One which she would simply bear if she had to.
Nodding to herself at this apparently perfectly reasonable train of thought, Cas continued on her path towards her first destination: a bakery. She hadn’t been to ma’Deu quite as many times as she’d been to Fort Rock, and had yet to pick just which bakery had the finest treats. Neither had the bakers quite gotten used to her half-sugarysweet, half-demanding demeanor. Ah, and now they would be treated to all of that while she was in a rush. So it was that the owners of this as-of-yet undiscovered shop were a little more than surprised to see the little gun-toting elf tug for a full thirty seconds on their door, huff her way in, and spend another thirty seconds poring with the greatest concentration over their display.
The elf looked up, eyes narrowed, and pressed one thin finger to the glass. “That one.” After a moment she added: “Do you know any wigmakers in town?”
The owners, having spent the entire time eyeing her, suddenly remembered their duty to be polite, and quickly shuffled the desired treat from its case after a few nervous questions about quantity and gift-wrapping. After a few moments of chin-tapping, the location of said wigmaker was revealed. Cas then—not entirely realizing she was doing it—used her revolver in a very pointed remark about how she was going to leave her purchase here and come back for it, and it better not be disturbed when she came back. Ignoring the nervous reminder that the shop closed in five minutes, she pushed the door open and exited to the street.
There was only one wigmaker in town, she’d been told, and she headed directly towards his shop. She paused at the window, frowning at the displays. Two blonde wigs, both the dullest of yellows. Her lip curled. No, no, this simply wouldn’t do. She needed something far better.
Frustrated, she began to look around. She was surrounded by almost exclusively Kerrians. What were the chances she could find a blonde girl—with well-kept, and long hair—at this hour? This was awful. She felt incredibly annoyed at herself for not doing this in Fort Rock while she’d had the chance, but no, damn her, she’d been too busy bawling her eyes out—
Ah!
Cas blinked, hardly believing her eyes. Bless the gods! A little interracial girl. Dark of skin, light of hair, just like Belo. Her hand flew to her breast, and she sighed happily. Maybe she really hadn’t sinned so badly if they were being this kind to her. The girl was even without parents, lost as could be. A wicked, toothy grin possessed her, which she quickly suppressed so as not to scare the little girl.
Slowly the elf approached her, glad for once at her small height. The girl seemed unsure of what to make of the little woman reaching out to pet her pretty blonde hair, but Cas quickly reassured her with a soft cooing.
“Such pretty hair you have there.”
The girl blushed, looking down. For a moment Cas considered just scalping the girl and getting it over with, but no, that would defeat the purpose. Fort would be so mad. And she almost certain the wigmaker wouldn’t approve, either. So, the hard way then.
She held down a sigh and kept her face as gentle as she could. “You’ve lost your parents?” The girl nodded eagerly. Cas gave her best pout and patted the girl’s hair. “Oh, no, no, that’s too bad. I could help you, if you’d like.” The girl looked up, her eyes brightening.
“You see, I’ve got me a problem, and I simply can’t do anything until it’s taken care of. Once it’s done, I could give you some coin, and a cookie, and tell you where your parents are—it’s where all parents go when they’ve lost their children, you see.”
The girl nodded quickly, understanding. Cas grinned wide.
A good many minutes later, as the night had begun, Cas found herself looking nervously into an empty window, adjusting the silvery blonde wig. It was a rushed job, but Cas had been impatient and her revolver convincing. Luckily most of it had been cranked out by a fascinating looking little machine, which unfortunately didn’t have the best result in quality. Still, it was night, and the darkness would cover up the wig’s problems for the most part. Or so Cas hoped.
She was busy examining herself from every possible angle, tossing the child’s hair to and fro—she’d sent the now bald little girl off into the woods somewhere with a cookie and a coin, dear thing—when the lively sound of Kerrian music drifted to her ears. They perked up, and she lifted her head, turning. Gods, it sounded as if the whole town had joined the party. The streets were entirely empty, and those few she did see here and there were headed towards the music.
Fort, then, would be there. No doubt.
With one more quick glance in the makeshift mirror, Cas turned fully and hurried towards the music, eyes trained for Fort’s always-noticeable hair. Ah, there! Her heart sunk—no, Aleta’s.
The elf frowned, standing at the edge of the town’s center, trying her hardest not to reach up and cover her ears, which would likely ruin all the rearranging of the wig she’d done. She bit her lip, slowly turning her head and carefully glancing through the groups for any other glimpse of red. Finally, she spotted a tall redhead man at the other end of the festivities. She frowned and looked around, not wanting to approach from the front—oh no, that was too obvious. Too unlike her.
Content with the extra few minutes it took to skirt the edges of the party, Cas finally reached him and made no announcement of her presence as she stepped in next to him. She tugged Vega out just a little, and her blade as well, careful to make sure they were noticeable to anyone daring to approach her Captain. Finally, content with the view, she crossed her arms, stiffened her face into a scowl and took up her usual uninvited place at Fort’s side.
Another post in my setting. No way I'm reading this all over again, I'm pretty sure there's nothing that you wouldn't be able to understand though so we're good. We're good.
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The day had been one of strange and wondrous surprises, and Adele didn’t think anything could shock her after all of it. But she had been very wrong, she thought, as she balked at the Oracle’s last request. Her robe? What was she supposed to wear? Sure, she had a shift on under the heavy cloth but…that was hardly clothing. Still, as uncomfortable as she was, Adele did not dare to deny the holy man what he required and turned away quietly, blood rising to her cheeks, and tugged off the heavy robe. The shift was hardly enough, not even reaching her knees or covering her arms, though she supposed she should be grateful her skin was colored so lightly as to help ward off the notion that it was too see-through. Nonetheless Adele felt naked, and held herself shaking. She didn’t dare ask him for his clothing, to do so would have been insulting, bordering on downright unholy. So she bore her shame quietly and without question or protest.
The scroll now lay in her lap, seal newly eased apart from parchment and ends pulled to the side. A rather rudimentary map of the city was scrawled there, along with writing so elegant and practiced it pained her to see it next to what could only be described as a scribble. She looked around the street, checking to see that no one was watching her. Bad idea. Although it was probably because of her clothing, or lack thereof, Adele became rather unnerved to see several people in the various market stalls or walking past, cast glances at her or even stare outright. Well, at least no one could snatch the scroll from her unnoticed.
She shook her head and leaned over a little, concentrating on the writing. It was difficult to read, intricate and beautiful but it gave her a bit of a headache. After a few minutes she’d managed to decipher the thing. It was as she expected: a short note informing his ‘dutiful servant’ that he was sending a girl to be taken in for some time. Adele frowned, then looked at the map. It seemed simple enough, a circle with some dots, squares, lines, and notes here and there. She’d never been outside the Grand Temple before today, but people managed to live their lives out here, so finding her way around couldn’t be that difficult.
Adele stood, holding the scroll out, and looked around for some reference point. The Temple Square was the center of the city, she knew this, and it was marked clearly, but she had somehow wandered off to a very wide, bustling road full of stalls and chattering, angry people pushing strange items at each other. Slowly the Seer made her way to a friendly-looking man, who was making a point of complimenting in a very loud volume every one who walked past his stall. He noticed her and turned, seeming to not realize how close she was standing as he informed her in very clear, ear-ringing terms that her husband was a lucky man. Adele stared, leaning back a little, and stammered out a sentence that she hoped informed him there was no such man for a decent woman of Loegir, and that she would very much like to know where she was right now.
The man gave her a strange look and began shooing her away with his hand, reaching for his broom when the girl’s stunned expression made it clear she hadn’t understood. Eyes widened and she dashed away to another stall, where glass glittered in the most glorious colors. She leaned over the counter to tap on the woman’s shoulder, as she was turned away, and was met with a very angry, wrinkled old face. Not to mention having her hands slapped away with a gold and red fan.
“Hands off the wares!” the very unkind lady shouted at her. Adele blinked, unsure of what she’d done wrong, and returned her hand to its place at her side.
No help to be found here, either. She turned away, head down and growing more and more depressed by the minute. Just her luck to be lost out in a sea of people with no idea where she was and no one to help her. She wasn’t looking where she was going, which was perhaps why she found herself bumping into a rather tan kid, maybe half her age and as badly dressed as she. The sight cheered her immensely, and she steadied him, thinking perhaps she’d found a kindred soul in such an unfamiliar place. A great smile spread across her face, bright and warm, and the kid seemed stunned and was grinning a little lopsided as well. Gently she asked him, trying to be careful not to offend as she had done earlier. The kid glanced over his shoulder, grinned a little wider, then informed her she was in the first district of Temple Road before bounding off before she could so much as thank him. Almost immediately she was pushed aside by two large, gilded armor Sol Guards, each of them shouting profanities that made her priestess’ ears curl. Too passionate in their attempt to help the poor child, she imagined.
At least she knew where she was now. Doing her best to ignore the steady stream of people pushing past her, Adele opened the scroll and found the long line marked “Temple Road”. And there, encompassing a small part of the road, lay the innermost ring of the city—aside from the Temple Square, of course. District One. Her destination wasn’t far, about an inch north of the place she supposed herself to be, just outside the innermost district. And north? She knew where that was, easy. If there was one thing temple girls could do, it was chart the progress of Loegir across his palace of the sky. And so Adele set off.
As she left the Temple Square and entered the quieter, holier realm of Loegir’s blessed and beloved, Adele’s confusion and sense of hopelessness lifted. Her chest began to swell with pride and excitement and she pushed ahead, her sandals clapping the white pavement of the First District street.
The sun had been setting at the execution, and now hung low on the horizon, a deep red and orange light cast across the city. Street lamps lined the street, only minutes before lit by lower priests, but the unnatural light in Loegir’s absence made her feel awkward and frightened. A few of the grand houses were still lit as well, and Adele could only imagine that these people were so good as to have Loegir bless them with light at all hours. She shook her head and pressed on.
She could see the apartments now, far up ahead and towering above the city like some strange mammoth. Lights dotted their sides all the way to the top, and the sight of it made her stop in her tracks. We truly are the most holy city, she thought in wonder. And then it was back to walking.
Her legs were beginning to hurt. She winced and stopped here and there, rubbing them and starting to breathe heavily. The tower was slowly growing larger, getting closer, but it still seemed so far away. She had endured the odd jeer, but she knew such insulting things said of a priestess and in so holy of a place would not go unpunished. She only wondered why these obviously evil men—and one woman—had seemed right at home in the First District. Perhaps a test, then, she thought, her mood darkening.
By the time she finally reached the apartments, she was about ready to collapse. In the gardens surrounding the complex she found a couple, entwined and gasping, who were very impatient to get rid of her but were kind enough to let her know which building to go to. It was only then that it occurred to her the destination was on the top floor…which meant climbing a lot of stairs. Adele gave out a hopeless groan as she stood at the bottom of the steps. They seemed to go on endlessly and without mercy, and she pulled herself up them one step at a time. How could anyone live like this? Did monks live here, perhaps, testing themselves every day in the name of their god? And what did they do if sick or injured? Die on the steps or rely on the kindness of others?
The red moon was high and full in the black sky by the time she reached the top floor. Countless stops, pleas for help from passersby, and even some crawling had finally brought her here. Her knees felt as if they might shatter at any moment, she was sweating and breathing hard and her body was shaking in every bone and limb. She was on the verge of collapse, then, when she reached up to knock on the door. When it opened to reveal the very alive and well-dressed face of the executed heretic, Adele simply had no option but to faint then and there.
The scroll now lay in her lap, seal newly eased apart from parchment and ends pulled to the side. A rather rudimentary map of the city was scrawled there, along with writing so elegant and practiced it pained her to see it next to what could only be described as a scribble. She looked around the street, checking to see that no one was watching her. Bad idea. Although it was probably because of her clothing, or lack thereof, Adele became rather unnerved to see several people in the various market stalls or walking past, cast glances at her or even stare outright. Well, at least no one could snatch the scroll from her unnoticed.
She shook her head and leaned over a little, concentrating on the writing. It was difficult to read, intricate and beautiful but it gave her a bit of a headache. After a few minutes she’d managed to decipher the thing. It was as she expected: a short note informing his ‘dutiful servant’ that he was sending a girl to be taken in for some time. Adele frowned, then looked at the map. It seemed simple enough, a circle with some dots, squares, lines, and notes here and there. She’d never been outside the Grand Temple before today, but people managed to live their lives out here, so finding her way around couldn’t be that difficult.
Adele stood, holding the scroll out, and looked around for some reference point. The Temple Square was the center of the city, she knew this, and it was marked clearly, but she had somehow wandered off to a very wide, bustling road full of stalls and chattering, angry people pushing strange items at each other. Slowly the Seer made her way to a friendly-looking man, who was making a point of complimenting in a very loud volume every one who walked past his stall. He noticed her and turned, seeming to not realize how close she was standing as he informed her in very clear, ear-ringing terms that her husband was a lucky man. Adele stared, leaning back a little, and stammered out a sentence that she hoped informed him there was no such man for a decent woman of Loegir, and that she would very much like to know where she was right now.
The man gave her a strange look and began shooing her away with his hand, reaching for his broom when the girl’s stunned expression made it clear she hadn’t understood. Eyes widened and she dashed away to another stall, where glass glittered in the most glorious colors. She leaned over the counter to tap on the woman’s shoulder, as she was turned away, and was met with a very angry, wrinkled old face. Not to mention having her hands slapped away with a gold and red fan.
“Hands off the wares!” the very unkind lady shouted at her. Adele blinked, unsure of what she’d done wrong, and returned her hand to its place at her side.
No help to be found here, either. She turned away, head down and growing more and more depressed by the minute. Just her luck to be lost out in a sea of people with no idea where she was and no one to help her. She wasn’t looking where she was going, which was perhaps why she found herself bumping into a rather tan kid, maybe half her age and as badly dressed as she. The sight cheered her immensely, and she steadied him, thinking perhaps she’d found a kindred soul in such an unfamiliar place. A great smile spread across her face, bright and warm, and the kid seemed stunned and was grinning a little lopsided as well. Gently she asked him, trying to be careful not to offend as she had done earlier. The kid glanced over his shoulder, grinned a little wider, then informed her she was in the first district of Temple Road before bounding off before she could so much as thank him. Almost immediately she was pushed aside by two large, gilded armor Sol Guards, each of them shouting profanities that made her priestess’ ears curl. Too passionate in their attempt to help the poor child, she imagined.
At least she knew where she was now. Doing her best to ignore the steady stream of people pushing past her, Adele opened the scroll and found the long line marked “Temple Road”. And there, encompassing a small part of the road, lay the innermost ring of the city—aside from the Temple Square, of course. District One. Her destination wasn’t far, about an inch north of the place she supposed herself to be, just outside the innermost district. And north? She knew where that was, easy. If there was one thing temple girls could do, it was chart the progress of Loegir across his palace of the sky. And so Adele set off.
As she left the Temple Square and entered the quieter, holier realm of Loegir’s blessed and beloved, Adele’s confusion and sense of hopelessness lifted. Her chest began to swell with pride and excitement and she pushed ahead, her sandals clapping the white pavement of the First District street.
The sun had been setting at the execution, and now hung low on the horizon, a deep red and orange light cast across the city. Street lamps lined the street, only minutes before lit by lower priests, but the unnatural light in Loegir’s absence made her feel awkward and frightened. A few of the grand houses were still lit as well, and Adele could only imagine that these people were so good as to have Loegir bless them with light at all hours. She shook her head and pressed on.
She could see the apartments now, far up ahead and towering above the city like some strange mammoth. Lights dotted their sides all the way to the top, and the sight of it made her stop in her tracks. We truly are the most holy city, she thought in wonder. And then it was back to walking.
Her legs were beginning to hurt. She winced and stopped here and there, rubbing them and starting to breathe heavily. The tower was slowly growing larger, getting closer, but it still seemed so far away. She had endured the odd jeer, but she knew such insulting things said of a priestess and in so holy of a place would not go unpunished. She only wondered why these obviously evil men—and one woman—had seemed right at home in the First District. Perhaps a test, then, she thought, her mood darkening.
By the time she finally reached the apartments, she was about ready to collapse. In the gardens surrounding the complex she found a couple, entwined and gasping, who were very impatient to get rid of her but were kind enough to let her know which building to go to. It was only then that it occurred to her the destination was on the top floor…which meant climbing a lot of stairs. Adele gave out a hopeless groan as she stood at the bottom of the steps. They seemed to go on endlessly and without mercy, and she pulled herself up them one step at a time. How could anyone live like this? Did monks live here, perhaps, testing themselves every day in the name of their god? And what did they do if sick or injured? Die on the steps or rely on the kindness of others?
The red moon was high and full in the black sky by the time she reached the top floor. Countless stops, pleas for help from passersby, and even some crawling had finally brought her here. Her knees felt as if they might shatter at any moment, she was sweating and breathing hard and her body was shaking in every bone and limb. She was on the verge of collapse, then, when she reached up to knock on the door. When it opened to reveal the very alive and well-dressed face of the executed heretic, Adele simply had no option but to faint then and there.
A post in someone else's game, a fan game of Darker Than Black, which is basically to put it simply an anime about supervillains in Tokyo.
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Claude Dupont, Contractor. Known by friends, or rather people who might have been mistaken as friends by clueless humans, as "Claudia". Calling him Claude just earned strange looks and needless suspicion, though try to pin the blame for that on Claudia and you'd find yourself with a strange boil on your face or something equally unpleasant. Luckily, the shy guy across the bar had no idea of any of this. All he saw was a cute girl who miraculously had no boyfriend breathing down her neck. She was smiling at him, sipping her beer and glancing away each time he smiled back. Words were exchanged, caresses and clothes tugged and bathroom doors opened and slammed closed. Backs pushed up against cold tile walls, shivers emitted, shy but horny grins from each of them. Their hands ran over the other's thin body, their breaths quickened as shifts lifted and his pants became unbuttoned. Her grin widened. She guided his hand down her stomach, lower, lower! and slid it under the edge of her still-buckled jeans. He groaned, hardly believing his luck. She grinned even wider.
His hand met something odd. Hard. Very large. Skin drained of color, hand pulled back, he turned and walked headfirst into the stall door, crumpling to the ground. What, that's all? She sniffed, annoyed, and leaned down to check through the newly unconscious man's pockets. Usually the guys'd play freaked out, or unsure what was down there, anything to buy them more time to feel around. Then turn very angry and ashamed. Stupid, cowardly bastards. This guy might have been the only one he'd met that was really straight.
Ah! Here we go. Claude smiled and tugged out the man's wallet, complete with ID, cell phone, and those glorious things called credit cards. Not that he needed them, of course, but they were good to have. Claude turned the young man over, carefully examining his face, memorizing it for later. The photo ID would help. He stepped over the body, slipped out of the darkened bar and into the street. Ah, the Tokyo nightlife. Perfect for luring poor boys in for a little fun before he stole their faces. But now? He needed an alley. He couldn't very well change out here in the street, for obvious reasons, and he couldn't change back in the bathroom because his payment would have drawn attention. So he slipped into an abandoned, foul-smelling alley, and changed.
His teeth grit and his body tensed, and the new image washed over him. A short, blood-curdling scream tore out of him, then he brushed himself off nonchalantly. Tall, lean, cute-looking. He grinned and ran his hands over his new body, not touching the real skin beneath. He'd kept his own jeans, of course, added a university hoodie to help the shy, sensitive college student look. He tugged a mirror out of his pocket and peered into it. Eyebrows wriggled and he quirked his lips, scrunched his eyes just so. Ah, there! The nice-guy-smile. Perfect. Claude wheeled around, hurried out of the alley and down the street. Granted a wink to a group of cute high-schoolers. Meant for the boys, of course.
His earpiece crackled. Claude's ability granted him a little perk: unless they had some sort of ear fetish, no one could ever tell he had an earpiece. Helped loads. Cuson's monotone came in loud and clear. "He is in the Shinjuku District, atop the roof's...he has pursuers," the Doll informed him. Claude quirked his eyebrows. Pursuers, hm? Not good. "Understood," Claude replied quickly under his breath, then broke into a run in the direction of Shinjuku, making it there in moments. It wasn't far, they'd known the general location of the fugitive Moratorium. Some girl, twelve or so, Claude wasn't sure what the Syndicate wanted with her and frankly didn't care.
His hand met something odd. Hard. Very large. Skin drained of color, hand pulled back, he turned and walked headfirst into the stall door, crumpling to the ground. What, that's all? She sniffed, annoyed, and leaned down to check through the newly unconscious man's pockets. Usually the guys'd play freaked out, or unsure what was down there, anything to buy them more time to feel around. Then turn very angry and ashamed. Stupid, cowardly bastards. This guy might have been the only one he'd met that was really straight.
Ah! Here we go. Claude smiled and tugged out the man's wallet, complete with ID, cell phone, and those glorious things called credit cards. Not that he needed them, of course, but they were good to have. Claude turned the young man over, carefully examining his face, memorizing it for later. The photo ID would help. He stepped over the body, slipped out of the darkened bar and into the street. Ah, the Tokyo nightlife. Perfect for luring poor boys in for a little fun before he stole their faces. But now? He needed an alley. He couldn't very well change out here in the street, for obvious reasons, and he couldn't change back in the bathroom because his payment would have drawn attention. So he slipped into an abandoned, foul-smelling alley, and changed.
His teeth grit and his body tensed, and the new image washed over him. A short, blood-curdling scream tore out of him, then he brushed himself off nonchalantly. Tall, lean, cute-looking. He grinned and ran his hands over his new body, not touching the real skin beneath. He'd kept his own jeans, of course, added a university hoodie to help the shy, sensitive college student look. He tugged a mirror out of his pocket and peered into it. Eyebrows wriggled and he quirked his lips, scrunched his eyes just so. Ah, there! The nice-guy-smile. Perfect. Claude wheeled around, hurried out of the alley and down the street. Granted a wink to a group of cute high-schoolers. Meant for the boys, of course.
His earpiece crackled. Claude's ability granted him a little perk: unless they had some sort of ear fetish, no one could ever tell he had an earpiece. Helped loads. Cuson's monotone came in loud and clear. "He is in the Shinjuku District, atop the roof's...he has pursuers," the Doll informed him. Claude quirked his eyebrows. Pursuers, hm? Not good. "Understood," Claude replied quickly under his breath, then broke into a run in the direction of Shinjuku, making it there in moments. It wasn't far, they'd known the general location of the fugitive Moratorium. Some girl, twelve or so, Claude wasn't sure what the Syndicate wanted with her and frankly didn't care.
Organizational Skill: Not really sure what this means. I'm not lazy, I'm charge of quite a bit of stuff--VP of Strude's RP guild, editor-in-chief of a college newspaper (why did I put the RP one first? I need help, obviously), leader of a DDO RP guild, and...well that's it actually. But I am always able and willing to put in the time and effort when someone needs me. As for actual organization? I dunno, I'm not the best organized, but I'm willing to put in work. So balance that how you ese fit.
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*Agrees* There was some wild spanking that went on to get her to join! XD
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Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in): The blonde woman pushed her heel into the killer's chest, as his eyes were drawn to the cold, sharp knife upon him. [[Something like that...I can't think of anything else! o.o]] As for what I need help in, it is listed above.
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Area/s you want mentoring in: Fighting/Romance/Drama/Comebacks/Action/Violence.
Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in): The blonde woman pushed her heel into the killer's chest, as his eyes were drawn to the cold, sharp knife upon him. [[Something like that...I can't think of anything else! o.o]] As for what I need help in, it is listed above.
Favorite Genre:Romance/Drama/Violence/Action/Suspence. o_o
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I don't have any examples of me playing evil characters, at least none that I can find. This is merely an example of the high end of what I can do, but any more length then that and I go crazy. xD;
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Favorite Genre: Anything that isn't futuristic. Modern, medieval, fantasy, anything is fine with me.
Drama and suspense is always nice. And I'm a sucker for romance. o3o;
Availability online: After 4:30 PM EST from Tuesday - Friday. I have a chunk of time on Saturday before noon, but Sundays are slow.
Years Roleplaying; At least five years.
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Area/s you want mentoring in: Developing Evil Characters, Post Prettyfication - minorly.
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One reentered the world much like he had first come into it: with nothing. He didn’t even open his optics immediately, merely giving a solemn breath to make sure he was truly alive. The boy had succeeded, against all odds – the souls had been released. Had they found their hosts as well, or was he the only one? Finally he decided to see the state of the world he was being brought into, optic shutters finally flickering open to view the world around him. The first thing he saw was the glisten of the sun. The sun, something he had not seen for a very long time… He remembered his very first day in the world; he had watched the sun slowly rise and on that same day he had seen the sun truly set for the last time. And it seemed that the world around him had slowly started to die and he had felt increasingly alone. The feeling that there was more to life then just viewing all these horrors, this decay made him feel… hollow. Yet he couldn’t understand at the time why he specifically felt empty, that something was missing – one look inside showed no signs of him being remotely similar to the humans. But now that he knew the truth, that there was a fragment of a soul inside in him. And a soul, it seemed was not something that could be solitary forever. And then he had found Two. And he had the bleakness of the situation become just a little easier to bear as he travelled with the other stitchpunk. It had been a hard journey, seeing that there was no life that remained but them, if one could even call them to be living. But having someone by his side, someone like Two made life just a little bit better.
And then… came others. The group of two had seemingly grown over night, and the closeness that him and Two shared seemed to fade as the days went by. After all, he had been naturally bolstered to the leader – he was, after all, the first creation and had seen what life could be in all its beauty. And Two… the other had taken a liking in Five, and they had grown closer as the two of them grew farther apart. But he had Eight, after all, whom had an undying sense of loyalty to him – not like what seemed to be growing in Two. Questions. That’s all he seemed to be hearing. Questions that didn’t do them any good. He had seen the Machine in action – he knew its capabilities. And as the leader he needed to keep the group safe – talk of going and scouting the Wastlelands was dangerous talk. He wouldn’t allow for anyone to needlessly get themselves killed when… when the Machine would eventually waste away – it must, like any machine did. An era of destruction had been ushered in and it was usher out just the same. All they needed was time. But patience was not something that everyone was quite so enthusiastic about. Biding their time away at what they believed to be an uncertainty meant he had to rule with an iron fist. And their tight-knit group dissolved – Seven and Three and Four had left, to where he didn’t know. Five had become inquisitive like Two and he knew if he didn’t do anything it would not be long until the whole group dissolved. So he had sent Two out into the Wastlelands, knowing that his fate would quiet Five and bring things back to order. But that was of course not how things ultimately went down. Nine had come into his life and upset his entire rule but… he knew good had come out of it all in the end. All of them had lived in fear, simply waiting endlessly, and that wasn’t living at all. And he… had become a shell of his original self. But now, all of that was different… but things would still never be the same from when it was just the two of them.
He glanced out, noting he was on some laying on some sort of elevated block. He swung his legs to the side and hopped off, hand leaning to the side so he kept his balance. Looking up he saw an almost makeshift banner out of a red cloth, supported by two twigs on either’s end. A hero’s memorial, he mused. A wry smile came to his face as he turned around, the terrain still without life. It would take time until this part was healed. And so he began to make his journey across, a hard one, harder then it used to be, when he had been with Two… But he was no longer young anymore, was he? He realized that when he had made the ultimate sacrifice, passing the torch along. Now… it was his time to reflect. He finally found himself through familiar streets, eyes finally settling on a familiar building – the library, another thing that he had eventually outlawed. After all, it was the pursuit of knowledge and through this gain that had unleashed destruction upon the earth – who was it to say the same wouldn’t happen to their group? But that was no longer the case anymore. He strolled in, set on recording the events of what had happened. After all, the had been their original goal, had it not been? And the others… they would be doing just fine without him. Now, it was his time to reflect… He entered the library, a slow exhale escaping his lips. He entered quietly, eyes gazing about at all the books – most importantly the large on splayed on a table before his focus settled on something else. “Oh, Two…” He said solemnly, that held a sad undertone – not at seeing him, he was happy for that, but because of the events he had put him through.
And then… came others. The group of two had seemingly grown over night, and the closeness that him and Two shared seemed to fade as the days went by. After all, he had been naturally bolstered to the leader – he was, after all, the first creation and had seen what life could be in all its beauty. And Two… the other had taken a liking in Five, and they had grown closer as the two of them grew farther apart. But he had Eight, after all, whom had an undying sense of loyalty to him – not like what seemed to be growing in Two. Questions. That’s all he seemed to be hearing. Questions that didn’t do them any good. He had seen the Machine in action – he knew its capabilities. And as the leader he needed to keep the group safe – talk of going and scouting the Wastlelands was dangerous talk. He wouldn’t allow for anyone to needlessly get themselves killed when… when the Machine would eventually waste away – it must, like any machine did. An era of destruction had been ushered in and it was usher out just the same. All they needed was time. But patience was not something that everyone was quite so enthusiastic about. Biding their time away at what they believed to be an uncertainty meant he had to rule with an iron fist. And their tight-knit group dissolved – Seven and Three and Four had left, to where he didn’t know. Five had become inquisitive like Two and he knew if he didn’t do anything it would not be long until the whole group dissolved. So he had sent Two out into the Wastlelands, knowing that his fate would quiet Five and bring things back to order. But that was of course not how things ultimately went down. Nine had come into his life and upset his entire rule but… he knew good had come out of it all in the end. All of them had lived in fear, simply waiting endlessly, and that wasn’t living at all. And he… had become a shell of his original self. But now, all of that was different… but things would still never be the same from when it was just the two of them.
He glanced out, noting he was on some laying on some sort of elevated block. He swung his legs to the side and hopped off, hand leaning to the side so he kept his balance. Looking up he saw an almost makeshift banner out of a red cloth, supported by two twigs on either’s end. A hero’s memorial, he mused. A wry smile came to his face as he turned around, the terrain still without life. It would take time until this part was healed. And so he began to make his journey across, a hard one, harder then it used to be, when he had been with Two… But he was no longer young anymore, was he? He realized that when he had made the ultimate sacrifice, passing the torch along. Now… it was his time to reflect. He finally found himself through familiar streets, eyes finally settling on a familiar building – the library, another thing that he had eventually outlawed. After all, it was the pursuit of knowledge and through this gain that had unleashed destruction upon the earth – who was it to say the same wouldn’t happen to their group? But that was no longer the case anymore. He strolled in, set on recording the events of what had happened. After all, the had been their original goal, had it not been? And the others… they would be doing just fine without him. Now, it was his time to reflect… He entered the library, a slow exhale escaping his lips. He entered quietly, eyes gazing about at all the books – most importantly the large on splayed on a table before his focus settled on something else. “Oh, Two…” He said solemnly, that held a sad undertone – not at seeing him, he was happy for that, but because of the events he had put him through.
I don't have any examples of me playing evil characters, at least none that I can find. This is merely an example of the high end of what I can do, but any more length then that and I go crazy. xD;
Post Prettyfication example: [x]
Favorite Genre: Anything that isn't futuristic. Modern, medieval, fantasy, anything is fine with me.
Drama and suspense is always nice. And I'm a sucker for romance. o3o;
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Area/s you want mentoring in: Making my posts pretty, drama, introduction posts, lenth, character development, pretty much the whole package.
Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in)Jinx’s pale blue eyes were fixed on her hands, which lay folded in her lap. Jinx sat numbly, not feeling anything other than the loss of her parents. She and her parents had always held a close bond that was now forever broken by death. A silent tear fell from Jinx’s eyes, as she thought back to the great times with her parents. Memories of her 14 years spent with them. Her first, heart break, the yearly picnic they always took a week before school. The week her parents died was the week of the picnic. It broke Jinx’s heart, never to be healed again. The only other person Jinx had ever been close to was her ex-best friend, Daniella. Daniella had been the only person that understood her close bond with her parents, the only one who didn’t tease Jinx about it. Jinx used to have a perfect life, but it all came to an end 2 years back. Jinx and Daniella started to grow apart, both having different interests. After Jinx and Daniella were no longer talking Jinx never really found any other friends, leaving Jinx the 6th grade loner.
The girl’s pale eyes shone with tears once again. Jinx brushed away the forming tears. She raised her head to stare at the girl sitting next to her. There sat her ex-best friend. A girl Jinx hadn’t talked to in years. And now such a tragic thing has brought the girls back together, once again. They were both being sent to stay with some far-away relatives of Daniella. Relatives that Jinx hadn’t even ever heard of. And Jinx didn’t think Daniella knew them very well either. They were going to stay in some small town near the mountains. Jinx was never really fond of the mountains. She had heard too many stories about people driving off the roads and dying. Which was one of Jinx’s many fears.
Jinx was startled when Daniella looked over at her. Jinx was also startled when Daniella talked to her. Jinx took a moment to think of what to say, not wanting to seem overly peppy to talk to Daniella after two years.”It is strange isn’t it, I just wish it could have been under better circumstances.” Jinx said as she turned away. Jinx jumped up quickly, feeling the urge to cry. Jinx excused herself, and rushed out of the train’s compartment she was currently in. Jinx pushed her way past all the people, and into the small train bathroom. As soon as she locked herself in the small bathroom the tears started pooling in her eyes. “Why did it have to happen to me? Why? Why?” Jinx spoke in the general direction of the sky. Jinx pulled out a small Kleenex from the pocket of her light blue jean jacket. Jinx silently dabbed her eyes, willing herself to stop crying. About 5 minutes her sobs silenced. Jinx threw away the Kleenex and leaned in towards the mirror to see how she looked after all of her crying.
Her pale blue eyes stared back at her, rimmed in red, Her eyes bloodshot from crying. Jinx rubbed her eyes trying to relieve the redness, a bit. She recently died black hair curled around her face in soft waves. Her blond roots showed through the dull black hair. After the death of her parents Jinx decided that her blond hair made her look to much like her mother, so she changed it. Her usually bright eyes were now pale and lifeless. Her usually rosy cheeks now looked ashen. Before all the crying had taken place she had black eye liner on, that made her pale blue eyes look even brighter. Jinx reached into her pocket and pulled out a eye pencil. Jinx carefully drew a straight harsh line below each eye. Jinx put it back in her pocket and looked down at her outfit to make sure nothing was messed up. Jinx slowly examined her jean jacket, looking for tear tracks. Not finding any Jinx examined the rest of her outfit. This consisted of a short black leather skirt, with a tight black tank top. Before Jinx had never worn skirts or black, but once again it was one of the life changes that came with losing her parents.
Jinx brushed herself off and unlocked the bathroom door. Looking out she noticed that there was a long line of people who were waiting for the bathroom. Jinx smirked as she pushed her way through the line of people, trying her best to avoid any of the train workers, since there were a few waiting to confront her on how long she was in the small bathroom. After avoiding all human contact Jinx finally made it back to the train compartment she had been sitting in within Daniella. Jinx pushed open the door to the compartment and stopped to see if the other girl looked up or not, she didn’t. So, Jinx stepped in and pulled the sliding door shut. Jinx sat across from Daniella under a large window. And willed her to watch the mountains from a distance.
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Area/s you want mentoring in: Making my posts pretty, drama, introduction posts, lenth, character development, pretty much the whole package.
Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in)Jinx’s pale blue eyes were fixed on her hands, which lay folded in her lap. Jinx sat numbly, not feeling anything other than the loss of her parents. She and her parents had always held a close bond that was now forever broken by death. A silent tear fell from Jinx’s eyes, as she thought back to the great times with her parents. Memories of her 14 years spent with them. Her first, heart break, the yearly picnic they always took a week before school. The week her parents died was the week of the picnic. It broke Jinx’s heart, never to be healed again. The only other person Jinx had ever been close to was her ex-best friend, Daniella. Daniella had been the only person that understood her close bond with her parents, the only one who didn’t tease Jinx about it. Jinx used to have a perfect life, but it all came to an end 2 years back. Jinx and Daniella started to grow apart, both having different interests. After Jinx and Daniella were no longer talking Jinx never really found any other friends, leaving Jinx the 6th grade loner.
The girl’s pale eyes shone with tears once again. Jinx brushed away the forming tears. She raised her head to stare at the girl sitting next to her. There sat her ex-best friend. A girl Jinx hadn’t talked to in years. And now such a tragic thing has brought the girls back together, once again. They were both being sent to stay with some far-away relatives of Daniella. Relatives that Jinx hadn’t even ever heard of. And Jinx didn’t think Daniella knew them very well either. They were going to stay in some small town near the mountains. Jinx was never really fond of the mountains. She had heard too many stories about people driving off the roads and dying. Which was one of Jinx’s many fears.
Jinx was startled when Daniella looked over at her. Jinx was also startled when Daniella talked to her. Jinx took a moment to think of what to say, not wanting to seem overly peppy to talk to Daniella after two years.”It is strange isn’t it, I just wish it could have been under better circumstances.” Jinx said as she turned away. Jinx jumped up quickly, feeling the urge to cry. Jinx excused herself, and rushed out of the train’s compartment she was currently in. Jinx pushed her way past all the people, and into the small train bathroom. As soon as she locked herself in the small bathroom the tears started pooling in her eyes. “Why did it have to happen to me? Why? Why?” Jinx spoke in the general direction of the sky. Jinx pulled out a small Kleenex from the pocket of her light blue jean jacket. Jinx silently dabbed her eyes, willing herself to stop crying. About 5 minutes her sobs silenced. Jinx threw away the Kleenex and leaned in towards the mirror to see how she looked after all of her crying.
Her pale blue eyes stared back at her, rimmed in red, Her eyes bloodshot from crying. Jinx rubbed her eyes trying to relieve the redness, a bit. She recently died black hair curled around her face in soft waves. Her blond roots showed through the dull black hair. After the death of her parents Jinx decided that her blond hair made her look to much like her mother, so she changed it. Her usually bright eyes were now pale and lifeless. Her usually rosy cheeks now looked ashen. Before all the crying had taken place she had black eye liner on, that made her pale blue eyes look even brighter. Jinx reached into her pocket and pulled out a eye pencil. Jinx carefully drew a straight harsh line below each eye. Jinx put it back in her pocket and looked down at her outfit to make sure nothing was messed up. Jinx slowly examined her jean jacket, looking for tear tracks. Not finding any Jinx examined the rest of her outfit. This consisted of a short black leather skirt, with a tight black tank top. Before Jinx had never worn skirts or black, but once again it was one of the life changes that came with losing her parents.
Jinx brushed herself off and unlocked the bathroom door. Looking out she noticed that there was a long line of people who were waiting for the bathroom. Jinx smirked as she pushed her way through the line of people, trying her best to avoid any of the train workers, since there were a few waiting to confront her on how long she was in the small bathroom. After avoiding all human contact Jinx finally made it back to the train compartment she had been sitting in within Daniella. Jinx pushed open the door to the compartment and stopped to see if the other girl looked up or not, she didn’t. So, Jinx stepped in and pulled the sliding door shut. Jinx sat across from Daniella under a large window. And willed her to watch the mountains from a distance.
Favorite Genre:Romance, Yuri, Drama
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Username;Heartfelt Sadness
Years Roleplaying;2 1/2
Literacy Rating:I believe that I'm Lit
Literacy level you’d like to be:As high as you can take me
Area/s you want mentoring in: Details,length, and anything you think could make me a better Rp-er
Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in)[I hope its okay if I used a few different sample to show you..]
This is my original character for Bleach-related Rps:
When she heared Captian Abarai say for her and her training partner to take five. She quickly jump back from her training partner and steathed her sword. She took a deep breath and sighed. She train regularly to acheive bankai. It was important to her to become powerful and one of few female captians within the thirteen court guard squad.
She adjusted her long brown ponytail as she wondering what her captian could have wanted to with her. She tilted her head to the left as she watched her training partner leaving. When her captian motioned with his head for her to follow him, she did quickly and kept one step behind him.
"Some formal training...I mostly trained by myself and sometimes with a few of my fellow classmates during academy but very few were able to keep up..." She smiled at him with a innocent smile. She was known to her fellow squad member by the beautiful with thorns.
My Oc for Final Fantasy VII-related Rps:
A small framed girl sat silently on her bed as she looked down at the the red colored gunblade that was on her lap. Her father had given her the weapon went she was accepted into the garden. She cherised the weapon so much because her father created it from peices. Even if she wasn't the best at it she tried her hardest.
She placed the gunblade to the right side of her as she began to stand up. She knew soon the field exam would happen so she was already in uniform ready and waiting though you would usually find her wearing a black tank top with a blue button up shirt over it and jeans. She adjusted her jacket some then adjusted her skirt before she picked up the weapon and began to leave her room.
She made her way out of the dorms to the middle of the garden. She walked towards the to the training center but as she got close enough to see walkway to it she froze and blinked. She could train and get some experience before the exams but she would end up tiring herself before it and it wouldn't be any good. So she started to walk her way towards the Quad which a few of the cadets that she made friends with could be.
As she walked into the Quad area she looked around as sighed. No one she knew was there. Most of the people she saw that was there were younger cadets. She sighed as brushed some of the loose hair that was in her face out of the way as she found a empty bench and sat down.
Favorite Genre:Sci-Fi, Anime Related,Romance
Availability online: Most night between 8pm till 2am my time sometimes eariler...
Years Roleplaying;2 1/2
Literacy Rating:I believe that I'm Lit
Literacy level you’d like to be:As high as you can take me
Area/s you want mentoring in: Details,length, and anything you think could make me a better Rp-er
Roleplaying sample (general roleplaying and example of the areas you want help in)[I hope its okay if I used a few different sample to show you..]
This is my original character for Bleach-related Rps:
When she heared Captian Abarai say for her and her training partner to take five. She quickly jump back from her training partner and steathed her sword. She took a deep breath and sighed. She train regularly to acheive bankai. It was important to her to become powerful and one of few female captians within the thirteen court guard squad.
She adjusted her long brown ponytail as she wondering what her captian could have wanted to with her. She tilted her head to the left as she watched her training partner leaving. When her captian motioned with his head for her to follow him, she did quickly and kept one step behind him.
"Some formal training...I mostly trained by myself and sometimes with a few of my fellow classmates during academy but very few were able to keep up..." She smiled at him with a innocent smile. She was known to her fellow squad member by the beautiful with thorns.
My Oc for Final Fantasy VII-related Rps:
A small framed girl sat silently on her bed as she looked down at the the red colored gunblade that was on her lap. Her father had given her the weapon went she was accepted into the garden. She cherised the weapon so much because her father created it from peices. Even if she wasn't the best at it she tried her hardest.
She placed the gunblade to the right side of her as she began to stand up. She knew soon the field exam would happen so she was already in uniform ready and waiting though you would usually find her wearing a black tank top with a blue button up shirt over it and jeans. She adjusted her jacket some then adjusted her skirt before she picked up the weapon and began to leave her room.
She made her way out of the dorms to the middle of the garden. She walked towards the to the training center but as she got close enough to see walkway to it she froze and blinked. She could train and get some experience before the exams but she would end up tiring herself before it and it wouldn't be any good. So she started to walk her way towards the Quad which a few of the cadets that she made friends with could be.
As she walked into the Quad area she looked around as sighed. No one she knew was there. Most of the people she saw that was there were younger cadets. She sighed as brushed some of the loose hair that was in her face out of the way as she found a empty bench and sat down.
Favorite Genre:Sci-Fi, Anime Related,Romance
Availability online: Most night between 8pm till 2am my time sometimes eariler...
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Username; As Beauty Dies
Years Roleplaying; 3+
Literacy Rating: Semi Adv. Lit
Literacy level you’d like to be: Adv. - Elite
Area/s you want mentoring in: Introduction Posts; Character Interaction; Detailing;I have no sample for - Combat; I have no sample for- I'm just horrible at creating it - Drama; Staying in character; - Long Term/Short Term character development; Developing Evil Characters;
Roleplaying sample General; Introduction Posts; Character Interaction; Detailing;I have no sample for - Combat; I have no sample for- I'm just horrible at creating it - Drama; Staying in character; - Long Term/Short Term character development; Developing Evil Characters;
Favorite Genre:Romance / Drama / Slice of Life / Fantasy / Scifi / Action
Availability online: Usually I'm on in the afternoons' time zone GMT -5. It also varies though.
Years Roleplaying; 3+
Literacy Rating: Semi Adv. Lit
Literacy level you’d like to be: Adv. - Elite
Area/s you want mentoring in: Introduction Posts; Character Interaction; Detailing;I have no sample for - Combat; I have no sample for- I'm just horrible at creating it - Drama; Staying in character; - Long Term/Short Term character development; Developing Evil Characters;
Roleplaying sample General; Introduction Posts; Character Interaction; Detailing;I have no sample for - Combat; I have no sample for- I'm just horrible at creating it - Drama; Staying in character; - Long Term/Short Term character development; Developing Evil Characters;
Favorite Genre:Romance / Drama / Slice of Life / Fantasy / Scifi / Action
Availability online: Usually I'm on in the afternoons' time zone GMT -5. It also varies though.
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- Posted: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 08:08:30 +0000
UPDATES
GAH! Look at all the popularity. And we haven't even started the competitions up yet!
Sorry things have been a bit slack, I've been away on holidays - and lucky for everyone I'm off again for another week within the next half hour. HOWEVER. I shall hopefully organise this good-natured, beautiful mess before I head off to slum it in the outback.
Now, thank you to all the applicants, we are really glad you chose to come to [HELP]!
Let get you all paired off hey?
Fairie Lore - I'm going to place you in the capable hands of Tortoises, our evil character specialist to start with.
lollypop123abc- I'm going to start you off with our newest Mentor e d e n - s o n g for now! But you'll probably meet a few as you get Mentors in with thier specialities.
Heartfelt Sadness- Strude is your mentor for the start of your learning adventure!
As Beauty Dies- I'm going to start you off with Cassy and we'll see where you're at when I get back.
strawberry angel cake - I'm hoping our Co-chief Seraph will be able to guide you into our wide world of roleplaying for now.
MENTORS - you know I love you all - right? I'm so sorry I've been so unavailable the last week, and the upcoming week. I'll bake you all imaginary cookies when I get back - promise! I have literally no time left, so I'd simply love if you could organise the classroom threads for your new Mentees and send me ( or post here ) the links. Follow the general layout of the others (links of first page) else, bug Seraph to make them!! =D
I'll be back Monday!!
Seraph, dearest, sorry for dumping all this on you.
I'll make it up to you when I get back; and about the concern you mentioned - we are really short staffed >.< We'll talk it over when I get back though! <3
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Hey, it's one in the morning and just noticed the PM so will do all that when I wake up. Hullo and all that jazz.
