User_Name: +[Adania]+
Length of time you have been roleplaying: About three years.
Genre of Roleplaying you enjoy: Medieval and Futuristic Fantast
Sample of your roleplaying: ||It may be a little confusing, and more than a little dramatic, but it was meant to be that way. I shall explain a bit first. My character, Elentril, is the Daughter Heir of a kingdom that is under attack from an ancient, supreme army of... Well... A lot of vile things. The war has just begun, and they are losing quickly.||
"My lord!" Elenthril called, her blonde pony tail whipping about feircely in the breeze. Her milky white face was streaked with dust and ash from the falling residue, and her hand caught her fathers arm. The young woman stood tall on her pale, white mare, and she looked sternly into the face of the man who called himself not only her father, but the ruler of Gile. "Father, I beg of you. Our people cannot sustain this much longer. We must retreat." Her blue eyes were cool, but deep inside she yearned to burst into tears and beg until her father would give her her way.
Erandel's cold glare met that of his daughters, and he pulled his arm away from her. "Elenthril, at home I am your father, but in the heat of battle I am your commander, your general, and the person from whom you take orders." His gaze swept over the land beneath them, from the position they were standing on a small hill they could see most of the town. "We cannot retreat. If I have nothing at all, I have my honor, and I will not retreat." Placing a thick, metal helm over his face, he turned once more to his daughter, and took the riegns of his horse. "I will fight untill the end, as I know you will too, my daughter."
With that, Elenthril's father stirred his horse and rode back towards the town, the silky black mane and tail of his horse spilling through the air like floating ink. The woman clenched her jaw, and spurred her own horse, dashing back towards the town. She rode through the streets of the town, the smell of burning flesh and wood filling her nostrils. Now and then she was halted by villagers throwing themselves at her feet, begging for her to do something. Elenthril was known for being stern, but she was also known for being generous. She took pity on these helpless people, but she didn't know how to help.
Guiding her steed around villagers and burning bodies, fallen men and rotting horses, Elenthril rode up and down the streets a few times, her thoughts brewing. Finally, she halted in the middle of the towns main road, and raised her hands abover her head, calling out to the people. "People!" She cryed, many of the villagers stopping to hear what she had to say. "For twenty-five years now, I have stood amoung you and watched as you conquered every hardship brought down upon us by whatever force! I've seen houses torched in the night, only to be rebuilt in only weeks as a result of your drawing together and contributing in whatever way you could! I have seen you share and barter when anothers crop was failing! I've seen your wives give milk to children and homeless women who have none for themselves! And now I am seeing death and destruction beat at our walls like a harbinger of all things evil!" By now, quite a crowd had drawn, and many faces stared up at her, tired and smudged with dirt.
"Tell me! Will you sit here and helplessly try to save your mortal possessions, or will you fight? Fight for the freedom that we all know, and for the sweet and merry taste of success when our enemy crumples beneath us? I implore you! Rally! Rally against these demons! We have catipults, yet no amunition! And so, I say forget the flaming bodies being brought down upon us. Do not pause to identify if they are the bodies of our own or the bodies of our enemy. Send them back, flaming into the faces of our attackers, just as they have been sent to us!" She paused to swallow, and then continued. Her tone was much lower, but still loud enough to be heard. "I want to see every man and woman who is capable of it up there loading those catapults. Children and elderly, I wan't you on the other side of that hill." Elenthril pointed to the hill where her father had she had last stood together. They would be safe there, for now. She hoped...
