Alright. This is for those individuals who absolutely leeeerrve pretty posts and require it in an RP. No, I don't enjoy doing this, but I do know how. This is an example of what I CAN do, not necessarily what I LIKE to do or what I am always WILLING to do.
For the post, I merely took my angels and demons RP idea and colored/decorated it. The character is a random sample, ergo no real bio. I also included a post by the sample character as how she would reply in an RP, nice and pretty.
I know it's very colorful and faintly spastic, but in this post I merely used different colors to represent the actions of different characters. Their speech color matches, its darker and in bold.
POST SAMPLE 1
A man ran through rain-soaked streets in pale gray afternoon light. It had been raining most of the day, and his feet splashed through countless puddles on the asphalt. His breathing came hard; he was in decent shape, but not exactly an athlete and he’d been running awhile. Running away. Having just witnessed a massacre carried out by a single man in the dorm hall where he lived, he’d been the only one to get away. But the man, monster, thing, whatever he was, had pursued him. Looking around desperately for somewhere to hide, he spotted a seedy motel and ducked inside. There was no one in the little cashier’s box with its bulletproof glass, and luck was finally on his side. He opened the door and crouched down, trying to calm his breathing as his legs trembled and water pooled around him, dripping from his skin, clothes, and hair.
Then he heard the door of the motel open, the cheerful jingle of the bell ringing to alert anyone that a customer was here. But this was no customer. “I know you’re in here….” a deep voice sing-songed. There was an evil sort of chuckle. “Daaaavid….That’s right, isn’t it? Your name is David? Oh, the angels must simply love you. A call back to one of their few and not so impressive victories, David and Goliath…ha. Unfortunately for you, it’s not a battle of man and giant, this time, more a match between an insect and a fly swatter. It’s really not fair.” Suddenly the man was there, in the opening of the cashier’s box, and David squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that those eyes like black holes would be his last sight on this earth.
“No!” another deep male voice cried, and there was a flash of bright white light. “You will not have him Azaizel!” David opened his eyes again in surprise. There was another man standing there in the opening of the cashier’s box, and he was massive, and…dear God. Were those wings coming out of his back? He held a huge gleaming longsword in both hands, facing off with the black-eyed man, Azaizel, apparently. Azaizel snarled, his own black blade coming up. “Gabriel. I might have known. Coming to protect your little pet. But you didn’t stop me from wiping out that entire dorm hall, did you? That must irk you so.” The angel, he had to be an angel, growled. “Their spirits are being attended now. They will all enter the Kingdom. You, on the other hand, are going straight back to Hell!” He attacked, and David watched in awe through the glass as the two locked in an epic struggle.
Suddenly, he heard a ‘pst!’ from the door, and looked back, eyes widening. Easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen beckoned from the door. “David, come here!” she whispered urgently. He stepped out of the cashier’s box reluctantly. He knew against the two busily destroying the lobby as they fought each other, it was little, if any, protection, but he still did not want to leave it. Then he came out and saw that the woman was not only holding a bow, but had a sword strapped to her hip and wings coming from her back. She was an angel, like Gabriel, and he stared, mouth gaping. “What on earth…” She shook her head, interrupting. “No time now!” There was a howl in the other room, Azaizel had spotted their attempted retreat. “No!” he screamed, charging. The woman grinned, grabbed David and pulled him close. “Not today, imp,” she said mischievously, and they vanished in a cloud of white smoke, leaving behind only the sound of her musical laugh. The demon screeched again, shattering all the glass in the room. Still standing in the other room, Gabriel shook his head, and vanished as well, leaving Azaizel to rage alone.
Now, for the character. Again, just a random sample, so I put fairly minimal effort in to her details. I made an actual character instead of a skeleton to use as a sample for the character post.
~You can call me~ [ Ally ]
~If you could see behind the tears, my eyes are~ [ grey ]
~My hair is~ [ blonde, ] ~when it's clean~
~Standing by a ruler, I barely reach~ [ 5'2'' ] ~in height~
~I don't eat much, so~ [ 106 lbs. ] ~is all I weigh~
~Can't you see the~ [ blood? ] ~I'm a~ [ vampire ]
~I tend to be~ [ moody, quiet, sad ] ~since the change~
~Not that it matters, but I am~ [ straight ]
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Okay, last but not least, the pretty post. this is again, an actual sample, not just a skeleton
Like rising from deep underwater, Ally came awake at last. As she came to, she tried to move, but her entire body was stiff and sore. She groaned, and tried to speak, but it came out as a rasp, her throat was so very dry. "What...Where am I?" she asked herself, not realizing there was another person in the room. She tried to remember her last clear moment, but it seemed those memories were from days ago. What had happened leading up to this moment, how she had gotten...wherever this was, was hazy. She took stock of what she could without looking around. It was dark as midnight anyway, and she could see little even in the little light there was, her vision still blurry with sleep.
She felt cold hard stone under her shoulders, she was lying on her back, waist slightly turned and knees partially drawn up, as if she'd collapsed here. Or someone had dropped her here. She shuddered at the thought. With another groan, she managed to roll herself over and push herself to her knees. Now upright, she rubbed at her eyes with her hands, trying to clear them. It was little improvement, once she took her hands away, but Ally could now make out faint outlines of shapes, and as she peered in to the darkness, more and more became clear, much more than a normal person could see in the dark. Confused, and a little afraid, she turned around, to spot a figure sitting in a chair just ten paces behind her.
She gasped and leaped away, scuttling backwards on hands and feet, her stiffness suddenly forgotten in fear. "Who...who are you?" she gasped out. Why was her throat so very dry? She coughed a bit, trying to clear her throat, but it was no good. There was a dark chuckle, and the figure stood, walking forward into a small bit of light that came through a window high above. The light revealed cold pale features, hair black as a crow's wing, thin white lips, and sunken, shadowed eyes that Ally could not tell the color. "Why," he replied, his voice a quiet hiss, "your creator, of course." He uttered another low chuckle, and this time, she saw a white gleam at his mouth. Fangs. Shaking her head, eyes wide with horror, Ally scooted away further and felt tears coming to her eyes, knowing instinctively what had been done to her.
Hope you've enjoyed the presentation. I think this is a fairly well rounded depiction of my skills, but I'll tell you now they don't go much farther than this.
· Tue Jan 07, 2014 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments