Well lets see, about me? People actually call me Kirpet, I'm 21 years young, and I have no idea what I'm doing in life, haha. I'm currently jobless so I have lots of time, (I hope that that'll change soon enough, haha).. But even so, I have the family issues that keep me away at times. I like all genres, but I'd have to go with fantasy/adventure being my favorite also Medieval times and settings/stories like Jane Austens works. (I also really like creating new worlds/universes/traveling to another time things of that sort) And when it comes to points of view I like them all, except for second person. Although it might be fun to experiment with some day, haha. I'm pretty laid back, not completely though, one thing that irks me is when I throw an idea out there and get no feedback.. And remarks like "O that sounds pretty cool" and "Well this is your idea/story, so I can't really say" don't count as feedback. Ugh, how those comments upset me. I mean you can't really want to collaborate with me if you're not willing to put in your two cents and ask questions.. Sorry, some of my past collaboration attempts still haunt me, haha. Let's see, I've been writing on and off for about tens years I'd guess, and even so my grammar is not the greatest as you can tell. I mainly fail with punctuation, although I do relish in the fact that I'm not the worst writer out there. Sad I know, but we've got to get our confidence from somewhere. I like most all fantasy creatures, although I'm not a huge fan of vampires, and no it's 'cause of the whole Twilight epidemic. I just never really liked them too much, I'm more of werewolf type of gal. But that doesn't mean I'm against writing about vampires, I'm just not sure how awesome I would be seeing as I've never "gone there". My style can be a lil' dark/morbid at times, but funky morbid, not super o my God that's disgusting morbid. At least I don't think so, your opinion may differ, haha.
If you do wind up miraculously choosing me, I just have to say that I would prefer communicating through e-mail. I'm just not that great at signing onto Gaia on a regular basis, but my e-mail, pssh I check that s.o.b at least three to four times a day, haha.
But if Gaia is a must, then could it be through PM? That's something I cannot overlook, unlike remembering to check a specific thread at a certain time and what not.
Sample Piece(s):
This is a background/bio for a profile application I filled out a few weeks back.
Sigs life was conflicted from the very moment she entered this world. You see, her Mother was an Elf and her Father was a minoataur. Now one could in no way say that her Mother loved the Minotaur. In fact she despised him, along with every other minotaur on the planet for what that one had done to her. But even so, a few months later she gave birth to Salinthia, whom was a sight to behold. She had the cutest face and beautiful blonde hair, and even though she looked Elfish, there were two things that blatantly stood out. Her horns and her tail.. So of course the other parents would not let their children play with her, even if they were allowed the children where too scared of her, and made fun of her all the time. Her Mother though loved her very much, and did everything in her power to make it so she would be accepted by the other children. And that entailed trimming her horns every month, and taping her tail to her leg. Neither were pleasant, and both caused Sig unbearable amounts of pain, that she of course had to learn to live with.
But all of that is where her love of animals came in, since she couldn’t play with the children she played with the stray dogs and cats, and then when she was old enough to venture out into the surrounding woods on her own she started to encounter and befriend some of the omnivorous creatures, and even a few of the small flesh eating ones. But one day she came across a rather large black wolf who had fallen into a large pit.. A poachers trap. And even though her Mother had told her stories of wolves eating children and stealing them away from their parents, she felt that she had to help this poor wolf. So after many hours she found a decent sized piece of wood and managed to make a small ramp for the wolf to climb out on. Once it was in place she ran and hid behind a large oak tree, not wanting to take any chances of getting eaten. With her head poking out from behind the oak Sig watched as the wolf clambered out of the hole, shook the debris from its fur and then turned to look at her. Their eyes met for a brief second before Sig turned her back and hid behind the tree. When she looked back, the wolf was gone. A few weeks later she encountered the wolf again, this time it spoke to her, and gave her the gift of Metamorphmagus for her help weeks before. Because as it turned out that was not just any wolf, it was the spirit of that forest. And with practice she learned how to hide the fact that she had horns and a tail, although everyone in the Elven community all ready knew of her disfiguration, as they called it, it made it so Sig would not have to have her horns trimmed every month, nor would she have to have her tail taped to her leg. Once Sig entered her early twenties her Mother thought it would be best that she head out on her own, find some place to start a new life. Somewhere where she could start over. And so within the week Sig set off to find a new place to settle down with few possessions, the most meaningful of them being a book on controlling ones aura that her Mother had given her to continue her training; but only when, or if she found a suitable trainer. Her Mother had all ready trained her well in the powers of healing so she could heal her own wounds when her horns were cut back. As for her being werewolf, that’s something she’s never told any one, and doesn’t plan to do so anytime soon…
Annnd, this is something I started to write for a contest a few nights ago.. But then I just stopped and fell asleep, and haven't gone back to it sense, haha. I think I was going for a prologue/opening kind of deal... Yeah okay, honestly I'm not to sure what I was thinking. I just let my fingers run, haha.
Why must they all ways come here? We have nothing here… Nothing but sand and rocks, for some reason though they seem to think that many years ago King Arthur and his knights hid the Holy Gail somewhere in the desolate terrain that is my country. They come and go, but not before they wreak havoc on our people, robbing and interrogating us. These people will do anything to find this cup, or dish, they are not even sure what is they are looking. And it saddens me to see people drug so low by greed. It’s despicable. It is mainly the Christians who seek this Grail, they speak of love and acceptance and yet look at what they have done to us. My Mother is dead, my Father has disappeared, taken captive by the Catholics for interrogation; and so my sister and I have been left to fend for ourselves in this time of war. The Christians and the Catholics have been waging war here for over a year now. My sister and did manage to stay in our house long than we expected, with both our parents gone. But in the end it was destroyed. Hit by a rouge bomb. Luckily neither of us were home at the time, we were at the local pub trying to get the bar tender to hire at least one of us for the night. But we heard it, hell the entire city not only heard it but felt it. When the first one hit everyone in the pub jumped out of their seats and ducked behind whatever they could find, hoping to cover themselves from what ever debris might come their way. Outside, bombs screeched like horror movie victims. Even after the last bomb exploded nobody moved for at least thirty minutes. You can never be to sure if the what you thought was the last bomb really was the last bomb. Finally Lior came out from behind the bar and carefully made his way outside. Everyone watched in silence. Lior stepped outside and looked around. And then he lowered his head and in the silence you could hear him trying not to cry. Lior had never really been that close of a friend to me, but I did care for him. And so I couldn’t help but go to him when I heard him crying. I pushed past the turned over tables and chairs walking up next to him I took his hand in mine and squeezed it tight. Looking around at what the bombs had done to this street corner alone was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I then tore my eyes from the destruction and watched as Lior wiped the tears from his eyes. He took a deep breath and stood straight, letting out a heavy sigh.
“You know they are watching.”
He said to me as he took his hand from mine, referring to the Jewish elders in the pub who still clung to the Orthodox ways.
“I don’t care Lior, times have changed. And if I want to comfort my friend then so be it. I will comfort him.”
I replied as I grabbed his hand again. Lior chuckled ….
A short piece I conjured up for a different application.
“Micholen!”
Tara yelled as she ran to the front door throwing it open, causing it to slam against the small porch table knocking her glass picture to ground sending jagged pieces of glass flying every which way. Unfortunately Tara didn’t hear it crash to the ground, the winds were blowing at a deafening speed, the trees swayed back and forth so furiously under the heavy moonlight one might think there were about to be uprooted.
“Micholen!”
She cried out again, listening, hoping for a reply. But all she could hear was the wind, and the rain as it started to fall like bullets from the heavens above.
“No. God, please no.” She cried to herself, tears streaming down her face, she fell to her knees with her head in her hands.
She barely hit the wooden porch flooring with her knees before she howled in pain and quickly jumped back up to her feet. Looking down at her now bloody knees she finally realized that she had broken her best pitcher, but now was to no time to worry about such a thing. She gave her knees a quick brush over with her hands removing the bigger pieces of glass, and then wiping the blood off her hands onto her dress she carefully made her way across the porch to the front steps. Finally off the porch she made her way to middle of the front the yard, the rain pouring down, her once fancy braided hair now lay drenched and tangled at her shoulders. She spun around looking for any sign, any sign at all as to where Micholen might be, or which way he might have gone. And there, through the sheets of rain she could see a dim light emanating from the barn. Not even hesitating for a moment she began to run towards the barn, her bare feet kicking up mud as she ran, the rain that fell against her body felt as if someone where throwing millions of tiny pebbles at her. She reached the barn in no time, pushing the large doors open she stood there, out of breath, drenched and now covered in mud, looking she saw Micholen saddling up his horse Chance.
And a piece from an RP that I was apart of a while ago.
Tara, get up all ready. Brutus said nudging her with his horn, Tara grunted and waved him off with her hand. TARA! Get up before I physically make you get up! With that he reared up on his hind legs neighing loudly and letting all 2,700lbs of pure muscle come crashing down not but 2 inches away from Taras face. Tara grunted once more and slowly sat up rubbing her eyes, "You know one of these times your going to miss and land on my head. And you kn-" Brutus snorted interrupting Taras rant, You know I'd never miss. Tara let out a sigh "I know you wouldn't" she said giving a smile as she brushed out her fur with her hand. "So what are the plans for today?" Tara asked as she began to pack up her sleeping bag and start a fire to warm up last nights dinner. Well once you're finished eating I figured we would head North. "Any particular reason why?"Tara asked, I smell something odd in that direction, it's faint but I hope that if we travel far enough today we can figure what it is. Tara nodded her head in approval as she ate the rest of the potato cakes from the night before. Once she finished eating she began cleaning the pans and packing everything up So do you plan on traveling as is? Brutus asked tilting his head. "Well that depends? How far do you think we'll be traveling today?" She replied as she strapped the baggage onto Brutus's back. If I were to guess I'd say our destination is at least 50 miles away. "Probably not then." She chuckled. "I'll probably be accompanying you today." Brutus pawed at the ground in anticipation. Wonderful! But please don't have bright pink fur this time. Tara laughed "Okay okay, how about green fur then?" Brutus snorted shaking his head side to side causing his mane to dance in the wind. I'd rather not travel with a green 7ft horse if you don't mind. Tara rubbed her hand across his forehead. "Alrighty then." She closed her eyes and within seconds there stood a basic replica of Brutus where a young anthro girl once was. Wonderful coloring! Brutus exclaimed as he kicked the air with his front hooves. "I thought you'd like it" Tara giggled as she turned in a circle showing him the tip of her tail. Purple... Brutus paused. Niiiice. Well lets get goin' then weirdo. And with that they began galloping towards the North. It took them just about the entire day but once they reached the place where the sent was coming from they were incredibly disturbed. The stood on hill over looking where a flourishing town had once been, but now lay nothing but ash. "This war sickens me." Tara said as she turned around and walked away. Where are you going? Brutus asked as he watched her walk away."To make camp in that forest to the west." Brutus waited a moment and then went to catch up with her. I know it is horrible, bu-. "Brutus, please not tonight we've both had a long day of travel and we could use some rest. Can we talk to tomorrow?"Tara said as she closed her eyes and transformed back into her anthro self. Brutus just stood there quietly watching her."We'll make camp here, is that okay with you Brutus?" Brutus hesitated. Yes of course Tara, this is fine. Tara unloaded the baggage from Brutus's back, got her sleeping bag setup and slowly dosed off. Brutus walked over to her and gently nudged Tara on the cheek with his nose before laying down next to her and falling asleep himself.
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So there you have it, that's what I've got to offer.
And it's all good if I'm not what you're looking for, everyone can't be destined to write with everyone. :3
