Testing, Maybe? [~No Posting, Please~]

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Test Thread/Post Examples

This is my test thread, and posting examples for RPs, as I've just stated above. I'm a role-player, and my role-playing preferences vary. Depending on the RP and the other RPer, I can post from one sentence to seven paragraphs. It all just depends on the scenario, characters, plot, and how literate the other person is.
I prefer RPs where there are hardly boring parts, like action (notjustthe nasty kind, you perverts). I play both genders, and all sexualities.
I don't cyber, and don't you even dare ask to.
I've played a lot of vampires, so I'm kind of tired of those at the moment. Though I find it weird, I'm better at playing guys. I type more, but I also find it a bit challenging. I also play girls though, I just can't promise I'll be typing a whole seven paragraphs that often. Probably more around two. =(
I don't do many fanfictions, but the ones I do are Harry Potter, One Piece, and there's a few others I can't remember, but will add to the list later.

New--24th of January, 2012
I officially didn't have internet starting in June of 2009. I haven't done an RP since, sadly. Recently, I've started using my college's wifi, and can post on weekdays.
I really want to start RPing again, I just hate how limited my timing will be on replies.

If you want to RP, just PM me. Please, though, remember that I will only be able to reply on weekdays (if classes weren't canceled because of the snow) between 11:30 and noon, Pacific time, most days. But, to make up for it, I've been writing outside of RPs a lot recently, so I expect my replies will be quite detailed and exceptional. Not to brag, or anything...
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About Moi

Hi, my name's Hayley. I listen to a lot of music, and I like just about any kind except religious, and most country. I read a lot of books, and I read them extremely fast. It usually only takes me six to seven hours to finish a book all together, depending on interruptions and how interesting the book is. Role playing is something I stumbled upon August of 2008, and my posts started out as the kind that use asterisks for actions. My level of role playing quickly grew, and I went from barely being able to post a line, to often finding it easy to post at least one paragraph with a good amount of detail by January of 2009. Depending on the scenario, I can post quite a bit, in my opinion. I prefer to avoid posting too much, as I myself don't like reading posts the size of novels. It takes too long, and the posts often get a little confusing.
I draw a lot, though I'm not the best artist. I draw okay, though not amazingly. I prefer everything in my life with a little humor added in, as it usually adds to the little amount of silver lining there. I make a lot of jokes, and no doubt do in my posts as well. I have a perverted mind, thanks to my friends, and will more than likely think most of what's said to me is perverted sounding, even if it really isn't.
I've already typed too much about myself. I feel kinda vain now. I'm done. >.<

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Indexoooooooo
-Introductionxoxo
-Examples for Male Charactersxoxo
-Examples for Female Charactersxoxo
-Posting Style Test Thingyxoxo

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Please keep in mind that all of my post examples are quite outdated, so I have improved in the past couple of years.
Example posts for male characters::

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Jake sat up slowly and attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He reached over, slamming the 'off' button on his alarm. He sighed and stretched his arms out above himself. A yawn escaped his lips as Jake slowly slid out of the bed, feet first, sliding all the way down to the foot of the bed. First his feet came out of under the covers, then came his legs, midsection, shoulders, and finally he fell to the floor with a soft thud and all his covers remained on the bed. He pushed some of the cloth that was sitting on top of his head away and stood up. Jake wasn't the type to like waking up, so he often climbed of of bed the way he had just done. It kept him under the covers as long as possible, and he couldn't get mad at himself for not getting out of bed.
He used one hand to grip the hem of his shirt and the other to tug on his hair as he walked into his bathroom. He flicked the light switch on and winced as light burned his eyes. He groaned and went to the sink where he stared at his reflection for a moment. His brown hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, and his pajamas - consisting of a baggy button-up shirt covered in pictures of penguins, and pajama pants with the same pattern - were barely hanging on his slim figure. Apparently, in his sleep, Jake had tossed and turned enough to make a few of the shirt buttons fall off.
Feeling more tired that he thought possible, Jake quickly climbed into the shower (after having taken off his clothes, of course) and cleaned up. He spent a long time washing his hair, and an even longer time just standing there, trying to let the water wake him up. He finally finished his shower, after thirty minutes, and climbed out into the cold air of the rest of his bathroom. He shivered and quickly wrapped a towel around his waste. He gathered his strength, knowing the rest of the room would be even colder. He decided drying off as much as possible before going into his room would be the best idea. After doing so, he scurried into his room and threw on his work clothes. Jake sighed, glad to be finally warming up.
Jake went back to his bathroom, where steam was still in the air, and looked at his hair, wondering what he should do with it that day. He combed it out, then took out his straightener and quickly straightened out the waves. He didn't straighten it completely, just to the point to where it was mostly straight, aside from the tips which curled out.
He grabbed his cell phone and keys and left his house. He climbed into his car and drove off, towards work. He pulled up, as close to the building as he could, as he hated walking in the cold in the morning. He sighed and turned off the car, leaning back in his seat. He stayed in the car as long as he could before feeling he should go inside. Soon, Jake was walking through the back door and to the kitchen. He took off his sweater and put it up on the hook before he started making muffins for when more people got there.

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I'm proud of this next one. Don't normally type this much.

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Abel Prescott sat at the table with his fellow Ravenclaw students, clapping for each new student as they were separated into their houses. A few of the new students who were obviously friends got separated, the looks of disappointment apparent on their faces. He felt bad for them, as all of his friends he'd made, though all of them had been made just on the train ride to the magnificent castle known as Hogwarts, had been put into the Ravenclaw house with him. Abel had always been fairly good at making friends; his somewhat witty humor and pranks attracted a lot of attention.

Though he was good at socializing in the wizarding world, Abel had been born to muggles. He'd grown through the years, finding he had the ability to do things that no person he'd met before could do. Especially transfiguring. That, now that was fun. When he was small it had started out as small things, like turning spoons to forks, or turning all of his father's shirts into dresses. As he grew older, the pranks evolved, slowly becoming more and more bold. In second grade, on a summer day, he'd turned all of the glass in the classroom into ice. Now, that didn't seem all that bad when he thought about it, but he'd afterwords realized there was a large skylight in the classroom, and soon all of the students had had to leave the room, as the heat melted the ice and soaked everything, including the teacher. That had brought snickers out of all of the students, but nearly got Abel expelled.

After being sent to a prison-like boarding school by his parents, Abel had been recruited by more than a few wizarding schools. He'd known he was different from his parents and other people he knew, as it was bluntly obvious. He was recruited by a few wizarding schools in England and France, and was amazed at some of the names some of the schools had. Hogwarts had caught his attention. Finally deciding on the oddly named school, Abel transferred there at age eleven. His parents had agreed with no argument, happy as long as their freak son was gone. He'd gone to Diagon Alley, and shopped alone for everything he needed. If he hadn't had the list, he probably would have forgotten more than half of the items he needed. His wand was of the moderately priced kind, as well as everything else. Though his parents weren't of the wizarding world, nor did they like it much, they'd made sure to give their son enough money to by things that weren't of extremely low quality.

Abel had made his first friends at Hogwarts, on the train ride to the new school, and upon arrival had stared, transfixed and in awe, at the castle for a large amount of time. After being shoved out of his daze, Abel had made his way to the Great Hall, waiting for his name to be called. Each student ahead of him in the list had run up nervously to the wooden stool, thrown on the hat, and then scurried as quickly as their little legs could take them to the table of their house. After an agonizingly long time, Abel had been called up. He'd run up to the stool as well, doing his best to look as cool as possible. That had failed, since he'd tripped, several times. Finally making it to the seat, he'd grabbed the hat, plopped down, and shoved it on his head, eyes squeezed shut. He could have sworn the hat was laughing while he sat there, and after what felt like eternity, the ragged thing had announced that he was in Ravenclaw. Letting out a long sigh, Abel had nearly thrown the hat on the stool before running to the Ravenclaw table, where soon, all of the friends he'd made on the train greeted him.

Sitting at the same table now, three years later, Abel watched the new students be sent to their houses' tables. The nervousness on their faces as they walked up to the stool had nearly made him laugh, as it brought the memories of his entrance back. A name was called, Taika Ahlgren, and he fixed his gaze on the new arrival. So this was who he was going to be tutoring. Abel sighed, combing his fingers through his hair as he waited for the kid's house to be announced. Slytherin. Really? Hm. The kid didn't seem like one that he'd belong in the Slytherin house, though his name was from a pure blood line. Wasn't the kid also magically... stunted? How was that going to work out with other Slytherins, the most judgemental and rude of all the houses? But what did he know, Abel could have sworn that he'd be placed in the Hufflepuff house before he'd arrived.

Soon, all of the new students' houses were picked, and the feast began. Abel stared at the food for a moment before he started eating. Oh, how he'd missed the food. Living with muggles was fine, Abel couldn't complain, but the food at Hogwarts was to die for. Pouring himself some pumpkin juice, Abel used his free hand to grab as much of the food around himself as possible. It wouldn't run out, as that didn't happen, but he always liked grabbing the first of everything. After his plate was piled high with foods that he couldn't even remember the names of, Abel dug in. He'd often stop shoving food in his face to swallow and laugh at a joke from one of his fellow Ravenclaws, but only when the joke was really worth laughing about. Abel wasn't the type to laugh at an unfunny joke, even if it was just to be nice to the person.

Abel often glanced over at the Slytherin table to see the kid who'd he'd be tutoring. He couldn't help but be curious, as he was going to be using a lot of his time on teaching the kid. At least, that's what he'd like to consider it. Or, in other words, forced himself to consider it. He'd been told the tutoring was largely going to consist of dueling. That had worried him, as it was a completely new student, plus far behind in magical abilities. Just what was the school thinking? Abel pushed these thoughts out of his mind and forced himself to concentrate on eating as much as he possibly could.

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Draco Malfoy swung his feet to the side of his luxurious bed and slowly stood up, scratching his head and tugging on the hem of his shirt at the same time. He glanced over at his roommates, always having been appalled at the idea of sharing a room. He snarled in his half-asleep state and stomped to the showers. Quickly shedding his clothes and rinsing off, Draco scrubbed his hair and everywhere else clean with the expensive soap that he'd brought with him. He refused to use what the school provided for his hygienic needs.

Soon, Draco heard other people in the Slytherin house stirring in their sleep, starting to wake up. He'd always woken up early, as he'd been taught in his 'home'. Draco wrapped a towel around himself and left the shower, grabbing his clothes and robes and throwing them on once he was dry. He quickly combed his short blond hair, grabbed his book-bag, and went to the Great Hall. He sat down next to the few Slytherins who were already up, and looked at the food available.

A frown formed across his face as he looked at the food. There wasn't as much of a variety as usual, sadly. He shrugged, grabbed a biscuit, and munched on it as his peers attempted conversation. He nodded or shook his head as replies, making it obvious he was still too tired to talk. He wished he was still in bed, as some others were, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he was. Draco finished with the biscuit he was eating and went for a couple pancakes, slathering them with syrup and taking large bites. He looked at his wristwatch, frowning; still had a little while before class started.

Draco occupied his time with eating and attempting to listen to what his fellow Slytherins were saying. They tended to go on and on about the unimportant and boring, so his mind wandered a bit to what the day was going to consist of: classes. He scowled and shoved a large bite of pancakes into his mouth. Classes were always boring, teachers not having any idea how to keep the students interested. Draco had also wandered why they taught students from different houses in the same class, as there were often verbal fights, and the occasional in-class duels. He shrugged the thought away and stood up, guessing it was time enough to head to class.

He made his way down the halls, swerving around the people not polite enough to stand to the side while they chatted about stupid things. He finally made it to his Charms class, and pushed the door open. He glared at the people there before plopping down into his seat and leaning his elbows on the desk. He hoped it wasn't going to be one of his usual boring days, a little excitement would do the class some good. Well, as long as it was good. He'd hate to have an excitingly horrible day.

The eyes of the class followed the professor as she paced the room, obviously trying to decide something she thought to be important. Whatever the charms teacher thought to be important, was something that Draco guessed the class would very much hate. After an attempt at a question to the teacher, from a girl Draco new to be named Dinah, the professor had replied, saying she was making 'arrangements'. Even worse than he'd first guessed; a teacher making arrangements, while pacing the room and looking at each students as if trying to decipher exactly what they were like and what they thought? Examining them? Nothing good was going to come of this, Draco knew that for a fact. His stomach tightened as he awaited his doom, as that's all he could guess was going to happen.

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Jake threw his luggage onto his bed, causing a muffled thump to echo throughout the room. He pulled off his dark gray sweater and set it on the bed as well before rocking on his heels as he thought about what to do. There was the option of unpacking, but that was always troublesome work. He sighed, realizing that was really all he had to do; not many people were at Dante Academy yet. His friends definitely wouldn't have arrived yet, as they were the type to arrive just before classes started. Another sigh escaped Jake's lips as he unzipped his first luggage bag and started unpacking. His clothes went to the dresser just to the right of his bed, and the belongings for hygienic use were set on the bed side table for when he wanted to take them into the bathroom. He pulled his special pillow -he could never sleep unless he had it- out of his second luggage bag and threw it on the bed before taking his also special blanket out as well. He didn't bother fixing the bed, as he'd just be messing it up when he went to sleep that night.

Arriving early to anything had never been something Jake liked doing. It was always awkward, opposed to arriving on time, and it was even more awkward when it was for school. He, of course, had had no say in the matter, though. Every year, Jake's mother insisted on driving him to the academy, though it was a while away from where they lived. She was the type to leave early for everything, and that resulted in arriving early. She'd never walk in with him though, it was always the two hour drive, and then a "Bye, see you next break," before she left. Jake was stuck carrying everything he had to his room and having to deal with the awkwardness of being one of the very few so early.

It wasn't something to absolutely hate, though. Arriving early, that is. There was always the nicety of the quiet and the calmness. There weren't a whole bunch of teenagers messing around and playing jokes on each other, the normal yelling that could be heard in every room wasn't yet present, and there wasn't the oh-so-wonderful most popular girl in school there yet to talk rudely about him. Jake had never really been horribly upset about the rude comments and how the girl made fun of him, it was just a bit irritating. With her not there yet, Jake was free to walk around without hearing her snipe, annoying voice.

After taking a moment to comb his fingers through his hair, Jake left his room and went to roaming the halls of the school. Sometimes the teachers would change rooms, or there would just be a new teacher all together. Of course, that didn't happen all that often, but it happened sometimes. He liked reestablishing exactly where the teachers' classrooms were, and noting any changes that had been made. That way, he didn't have to wait to find out until classes actually started and he was stuck being confused. As most people did, Jake hated being confused about anything.

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►JΛCQUЄS SCҢUУ◄

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JΛCҚ

I could wait a thousand hours,

Stay the same in sun and showers,

Pick apart a hundred flowers,

Just to be quiet.

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A person might wonder what it would be like to go from a medieval place, to one known as our current-day world, though that would probably only be after having participated in this role play, but Jack had never thought he'd need to. See, with his normal day life, he'd just assumed that his whole apprenticeship would consist of studying, visiting his mother, getting jokes played on him by Kroneth and then going out on errands. Though his current situation could probably be considered one of Kroneth's jokes, since the damned wizard was probably the one who suggest the apprentices' traveling to Earth Realm, Jack guessed that it wasn't a joke, joke. He wasn't going to hear a "Got'cha!" after a few moments, Kroneth wasn't going to start a long lecture on the importance of acting cool in tough situations and this rather short teen wasn't going to be able to go home. For quite a while, at least.

The thoughts of not being able to see his mother, or, dare he admit it, his mentor for a whole year and a day were rather like having a bomb dropped on top of him and then set to go off at any moment that he missed his family. If Jack dared to say anything out loud about going back, he knew he'd end up crying like the little wimp he was inside. Jack was supposed to know spells, and be able to say them. What was a short, scrawny kid like him supposed to do in such a situation, with everything completely different? Apparently, the world around him was quite loud, and he couldn't even hear it.

Isabelina, as he thought he remembered her name, was being quite generous in offering help to him. Though, the fact that he was swaying and looked sick enough to need help wasn't as comforting of a thought. He was supposed to be the guy, and here he was panicking and having this girl obviously hoping that he didn't get sick. I'm so... pathetic, sometimes. His degrading thoughts towards himself were common thing when he compared his own self with other apprentices, but he'd hoped to have gotten over that habit by this time. As it was, he obviously hadn't. With this as yet another sad thought, Jack shook his head slowly and tried to regain composure. It took quite a bit of effort, but soon Jack was standing nearly still and his face had gained a little of its color back.

A slight buzzing in Jack's ears told him that he'd soon be regaining his sense to hear, and that was another plus. Maybe things were looking up for him. Maybe. With him, you'd never know; things could be going great one moment, and then the next he'd be face down in the dirt, having tripped over a small stone that no one else in any realm could have managed to trip over. Though he'd not say it out loud, Jack actually happened to be quite clumsy at times when magyk was not involved.

After another reading of Bel's lips, Jack took a second to try and figure out what the name of the place they were in was. The girl's lip movements had been confusing, and he couldn't tell exactly what she'd said. Maybe he should have listened better when he'd been taught easy ways to read lips? Well, it wasn't his fault that spells and tinctures were more interesting than knowing what insults people were saying about you ten feet away.

"Stores? See-addle? What a weird name," the boy spoke quietly. Though he now had the distant buzzing in his ears, the place around him still seemed to be quiet and it felt as though, if he'd been able to hear himself speak, he'd be extremely loud in the quietness of that which was around him. Civilians' mouths moved, words were obviously being created, but Jack could not hear them. A dog had barked at Bel, but all he'd seen was the vicious look and yapping. Sound of the goings-on hadn't reached his ears and fear that he might never gain all of his hearing back was yet another thing to add to the list of that day's downers.

A man, rather tall, especially compared to Jack, passed by and Jack couldn't help stealing a glance at one of the people of this realm. With his glance, Jack took in as much information about the man's appearance as he could: a black, small, thin cloak reached the lowest part of the man's back; weird pants covered the man's legs, them being a color that seemed to be quite off-blue; shoes that had both dark and bright colors on them covered the man's feet; and lastly, something burning was being held up to the man's mouth. Jack stole a second glance, just to be sure. Yes, the man was holding something to his mouth that had a burning tip. Once the object was pulled away, the man breathed out and smoke flew into the air around him.

Jack gaped. How did that work? Where was the little bowl at the end for the tobacco? Was it- was it made of paper? Was that possible? How did the paper not burn before the guy really had a chance to even smoke? Or, weirdly, were the rules of this universe different from Jack's own? Was paper something that didn't burn as easily as at The Castle? Were these weird metal things good? Or, better yet, was that huge dog from before actually there to help people?

Everything was nearly too much for Jack and he felt like he wanted to just shut down and let himself go away to his nice little dream-world where everything was fine. Maybe even a couple attractive-

Whoa. Not the time to be wishing I was in dream-world. Already been to one too many extra worlds, today. Jack focused his attention back on Bel. "So, I wonder what we'll do now?"

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Example posts for female characters::

(Yes, I know there's only one. Let me be, I prefer playing male characters.
There's nothing weird about it at all.)

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☆►Aαяon Яαყηe ScҺuყliη◄☆
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"I swear, I didn't do it!
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Aaron had always been the type to attract a lot of attention. She made friends easily, and she avoided making enemies as much as possible. Of course, there were the few people who just didn't like her; that happened to anyone who had a lot of friends. She just hated it when people who didn't like her went out of their way just to make her feel horrible. If they don't like her, why can't they just avoid her, like any other normal person? The thought of this always put Aaron off a bit, as it irritated her. Many people would say being insulted and having people talk badly about them doesn't faze them, but that's a lie. It bothers everyone at least a little. It just happens to bother some people less than others.

Being popular, Aaron was invited to nearly every party there was at her very clique-oriented school. She loved to go to the parties, as long as they weren't thrown by the few people she didn't get along with. She also often invited her boyfriend, Clark. He wasn't one of the popular crowd, far from it, actually. No, he was one of the people that most others didn't socialize with, as he wasn't the best at it himself. Usually, after Aaron asking Clark to go to a party with her, he'd just refuse and she'd eventually let it go. This time, though, she had bugged him endlessly until he agreed. It was one of the biggest parties of the year, after all. And, the guy needed to have a bit of fun.

"Clark, movies are on DVD. You're able to watch them at any time. You aren't able to go to an amazing party anytime, though." She grinned and shook her head at the guy as she stepped through the crowd to a slightly less-populated corner of the living room. Aaron smirked at her boyfriend, "Getting a drink would be your best choice." She lit up as one of her close friends said hi to her and started gushing over how amazing the party was. Aaron just nodded along, as she wasn't a hundred percent sure on how to respond, she'd only been there a minute or two.

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"Okay, it was me."

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Jake R. Schuy

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[visible invisible lemur]

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[visible invisible lemur]

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