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 Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 8:38 pm
((Thank you alot ^ ^ *cheers* Btw, your avi looks cool!))
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 8:11 am
Alright here goes something....
my charecters name (hopefully) is Shogo Inuzuka (also is there a place that i'd have to do a description of him?)
Example:
Shogo cracked his knuckles and look up at his opponent, he tried to think of what their name was... Tai somthing... he couldn't remember... and it didn't matter.
What did matter was who was going to win and who was going to lose.
Before Shogo could react a punch landed square in his face knocking him to the ground
Damn!... I didn't even know the match started!
Before he could get up His opponent kicked him in the face, knocking Shogo out...
He woke up to his sensei standing above him
"so... how'd i do?" he asked
"Better luck next year Shogo"
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 8:58 am
The thrown kunai makes a piercing like sound as it hits the tree like a dart hitting a dart board. It wasn't even half a second before the second kunai, (kicked at a mid air upside down angle this time) lands at the exact same point on the tree as the previous kunai. The two kunais are now side by side stuck in the same point on the tree. This sort of precision and accuracy and only be done by a skilled shinobi. Reza who dreams of becoming a word renowned shinobi uses his bruised and bloody hands to wipe the sweat of his eyes. Reza says he finally got them in a panting voice, a clear sign that he has been at it all day long. Reza falls to his back with his arms wide open full of content with his great accomplishment which took his father to do at an age six years older than Reza is. Although Reza's family has a history of skilled shinobi, Reza didn't accomplish this tremendous feat out of raw skill. While living in a household full of Chuunin and Jounin, failure wasn't an option. Reza failed countless times and promised his father that he wouldn't come home until he completed his goal. This was a typical thing to do for Reza, however Reza forgot that today is the day that he would have to take his examination to become a shinobi. Reza quickely jumps to his feet which were surrounded by a countless number kunai from his training. A determined Reza dashes to the ninja academy knowing that it was the day for his examination to begin and his adventure as a shinobi.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:26 am
Rin Kairiu baxes kanji RP Sample: Kanji was half asleep laying on the side of a grassy sun covered hill snoozing the day away with a dog named Razor. "Kanji! where are you?". Kanji opened his eyes lazily. "Wat.....", Kanji said slowly. "Why can't a guy find peace?". Reggi laughed"The Kazekage want's us" . Kanji yawned grabbed his Lime green worn out jacket and walked down the hill with his friend towards the Kazekage's office. Misspelled a couple of words. We also spell out 'you' rather than using 'u'. Sorry force of habit. how bout now?
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:41 pm
brawler21 Wrote:
RP sample:
Makoto walking out to a lake and onto a deck with burn marks on his hands and arms. He looked out toward the lake and with a look of determination. "Good, I have made improvements on all of my weapons techniques but I set a goal to perfect the fireball jutsu before I entered the academy" Makoto performed a series of handseals and then shot a large ball of fire from his mouth. Normally a child using a fireball jutsu was unheard of but Makoto was tought to use fire jutsu by his older sister, who was in the anbu, and she loved to make sure he was ahead of the game. "I start the academy tomorrow and I almost have this jutsu complete. All I have to do is be able to maintain control of the fire." Makoto looked down at his hands to examine the burn marks he had recieved from the fire. "I got this" Makoto yelled while he performed the same series of handseals as before. "Fire ball jutsu" An even larger fire ball then before was produced and then had been shot across the lake. "Finally, I have tamed this fire" Makoto stood tall and stared up at the sky happy he would soon follow in his sister's footsteps.
Just fix up a couple verbs and I think this should be fine.
is this alittle better
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:27 pm
1st Kiba Inuzuka Alright here goes something.... my charecters name (hopefully) is Shogo Inuzuka (also is there a place that i'd have to do a description of him?) Example: Shogo cracked his knuckles and look up at his opponent, he tried to think of what their name was... Tai somthing... he couldn't remember... and it didn't matter. What did matter was who was going to win and who was going to lose. Before Shogo could react a punch landed square in his face knocking him to the ground Damn!... I didn't even know the match started!Before he could get up His opponent kicked him in the face, knocking Shogo out... He woke up to his sensei standing above him "so... how'd i do?" he asked "Better luck next year Shogo" pass
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:28 pm
Crow-of-Inferno The thrown kunai makes a piercing like sound as it hits the tree like a dart hitting a dart board. It wasn't even half a second before the second kunai, (kicked at a mid air upside down angle this time) lands at the exact same point on the tree as the previous kunai. The two kunais are now side by side stuck in the same point on the tree. This sort of precision and accuracy and only be done by a skilled shinobi. Reza who dreams of becoming a word renowned shinobi uses his bruised and bloody hands to wipe the sweat of his eyes. Reza says he finally got them in a panting voice, a clear sign that he has been at it all day long. Reza falls to his back with his arms wide open full of content with his great accomplishment which took his father to do at an age six years older than Reza is. Although Reza's family has a history of skilled shinobi, Reza didn't accomplish this tremendous feat out of raw skill. While living in a household full of Chuunin and Jounin, failure wasn't an option. Reza failed countless times and promised his father that he wouldn't come home until he completed his goal. This was a typical thing to do for Reza, however Reza forgot that today is the day that he would have to take his examination to become a shinobi. Reza quickely jumps to his feet which were surrounded by a countless number kunai from his training. A determined Reza dashes to the ninja academy knowing that it was the day for his examination to begin and his adventure as a shinobi. pass
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:33 pm
baxes kanji Rin Kairiu baxes kanji RP Sample: Kanji was half asleep laying on the side of a grassy sun covered hill snoozing the day away with a dog named Razor. "Kanji! where are you?". Kanji opened his eyes lazily. "Wat.....", Kanji said slowly. "Why can't a guy find peace?". Reggi laughed"The Kazekage want's us" . Kanji yawned grabbed his Lime green worn out jacket and walked down the hill with his friend towards the Kazekage's office. Misspelled a couple of words. We also spell out 'you' rather than using 'u'. Sorry force of habit. how bout now? Better pass
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:36 pm
brawler21 brawler21 Wrote: RP sample: Makoto walking out to a lake and onto a deck with burn marks on his hands and arms. He looked out toward the lake and with a look of determination. "Good, I have made improvements on all of my weapons techniques but I set a goal to perfect the fireball jutsu before I entered the academy" Makoto performed a series of handseals and then shot a large ball of fire from his mouth. Normally a child using a fireball jutsu was unheard of but Makoto was tought to use fire jutsu by his older sister, who was in the anbu, and she loved to make sure he was ahead of the game. "I start the academy tomorrow and I almost have this jutsu complete. All I have to do is be able to maintain control of the fire." Makoto looked down at his hands to examine the burn marks he had recieved from the fire. "I got this" Makoto yelled while he performed the same series of handseals as before. "Fire ball jutsu" An even larger fire ball then before was produced and then had been shot across the lake. "Finally, I have tamed this fire" Makoto stood tall and stared up at the sky happy he would soon follow in his sister's footsteps. Just fix up a couple verbs and I think this should be fine. is this alittle better Better. Pass
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:17 am
RPing example:
It was a windy summer day. A young boy with flowing long black hair, wearing a light blue scarf and black kosode sat on one of the branches of an old oak tree at the top of a hill. He was playing his flute so sweetly that birds perched around him. However, he stopped when he heard his mother's voice searching for him.
"Akio!"The young boy's mother called.
Akio quickly climb down the tree and embraced his mother as she walks toward him. His parents are Jounins of Kirigakure and recently, a dangerous job came up.
"Are you going to leave me alone again?" Akio sadly asked.
"Not really my cute little raven. We may be away from you but still these little bells will have our presence." She handed him a six round bells all tied on a ribbon. "These are made specially for you. Please keep it. Okay?"
Akio took it and gave her a puzzled look.
"What should I do with it?" He asked.
"It's your own weapon." His mother winked. "Why don't you try taking one out and ring it with all might?"
"Really? I have my own weapon now?" Akio took one and did what his mother said on the tree. Countless white strings came out and slashed the bark of the tree many times. It left out many marks. Akio smiled at his mother.
"It will protect you from any danger that lies ahead. Your gracefulness and kind heart are the keys to control those strings perfectly. There's no limit on to how you can use it. Use it to protect not to kill."
Akio nodded and tied back the bell. "Thank you mother. I'll keep this always."
An eagle soared above them and squawked mightly.
"Well, it's time to go my little boy." She knelt, cleared out Akio's uneven long bangs and kissed her son's forehead. "I love you very much. Take care of yourself." She stood up and walked away.
Akio blushed and shouted, "That goes to you as well. Make sure you two come back!"
His mother didn't answer. Suddenly sadness came over him. It was very unusual for Akio because it is the first time he felt sorrow at their departure.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:25 pm
Literate Roleplay example as requested:
In the darkness of night under cover of dense fog, she wept as she sped through the forest. Evading kunai and shuriken thrown from an unseen enemy in the distance, she shreiked as the sharp point of a shuriken embedded into her shoulder. Although in pain she knew she could not stop and continued her trek through the dark. Her movements were now slower as the blood that flowed from her wound took her seemingly petty and meaningless life with it. Suddenly, she faltered as her eyes grew dim and her head light from the drowsy and dizzy feeling she felt. Her knees collasped from under he creating a resounding thud in the echoes of the trees.
The figure grew closer, but all she could do was look at the ground as she slowly fell forward into it. Without a sound or warning, the feel of cold steel ran through her body as the enemy's sword pierced through her shoulder blade and out her chest. All she could hear as she lay in silence in the dirt of a road was a laughter of his malicious and decieving voice. She drifted into a deep sleep as the warmth began to leave her body.
Dawn rose from behind the mountians and the fog lifted. She felt warmth in he body again, but the pain of her endeavor lingered. A voice called to her from the clouds and darkness of her mind, a gentle voice, the voice of a woman. Her eyes slowly lifted, but her vison was far too blurry and undetailed to tell where she was or who was with her. The voice spoke again this time more clearly and able to be understood.
" Child, it is alright, now. You are safe."
She wasn't sure how to respond or what to do. Her intuition told her shewas safe, so she choose to speak with the stranger.
" Where am I? What happened to him? And who are you?"
" I am a nurse and you are in the hospital. But I am afraid there was no one around when they found you in the road. What is your name, dear?"
Her heart sank not knowing what had happened to him, but she felt it must have been done for a reason, she could not understand at her age.
" I am Sorali Kaine. Call me Sora though."
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 3:19 pm
Dawn_of_Darkness22 RPing example: It was a windy summer day. A young boy with flowing long black hair, wearing a light blue scarf and black kosode sat on one of the branches of an old oak tree at the top of a hill. He was playing his flute so sweetly that birds perched around him. However, he stopped when he heard his mother's voice searching for him. "Akio!"The young boy's mother called. Akio quickly climb down the tree and embraced his mother as she walks toward him. His parents are Jounins of Kirigakure and recently, a dangerous job came up. "Are you going to leave me alone again?" Akio sadly asked. "Not really my cute little raven. We may be away from you but still these little bells will have our presence." She handed him a six round bells all tied on a ribbon. "These are made specially for you. Please keep it. Okay?" Akio took it and gave her a puzzled look. "What should I do with it?" He asked. "It's your own weapon." His mother winked. "Why don't you try taking one out and ring it with all might?" "Really? I have my own weapon now?" Akio took one and did what his mother said on the tree. Countless white strings came out and slashed the bark of the tree many times. It left out many marks. Akio smiled at his mother. "It will protect you from any danger that lies ahead. Your gracefulness and kind heart are the keys to control those strings perfectly. There's no limit on to how you can use it. Use it to protect not to kill." Akio nodded and tied back the bell. "Thank you mother. I'll keep this always." An eagle soared above them and squawked mightly. "Well, it's time to go my little boy." She knelt, cleared out Akio's uneven long bangs and kissed her son's forehead. "I love you very much. Take care of yourself." She stood up and walked away. Akio blushed and shouted, "That goes to you as well. Make sure you two come back!" His mother didn't answer. Suddenly sadness came over him. It was very unusual for Akio because it is the first time he felt sorrow at their departure. Very excellent pass!
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 3:21 pm
Yvalis the Dreamweaver Literate Roleplay example as requested: In the darkness of night under cover of dense fog, she wept as she sped through the forest. Evading kunai and shuriken thrown from an unseen enemy in the distance, she shreiked as the sharp point of a shuriken embedded into her shoulder. Although in pain she knew she could not stop and continued her trek through the dark. Her movements were now slower as the blood that flowed from her wound took her seemingly petty and meaningless life with it. Suddenly, she faltered as her eyes grew dim and her head light from the drowsy and dizzy feeling she felt. Her knees collasped from under he creating a resounding thud in the echoes of the trees. The figure grew closer, but all she could do was look at the ground as she slowly fell forward into it. Without a sound or warning, the feel of cold steel ran through her body as the enemy's sword pierced through her shoulder blade and out her chest. All she could hear as she lay in silence in the dirt of a road was a laughter of his malicious and decieving voice. She drifted into a deep sleep as the warmth began to leave her body. Dawn rose from behind the mountians and the fog lifted. She felt warmth in he body again, but the pain of her endeavor lingered. A voice called to her from the clouds and darkness of her mind, a gentle voice, the voice of a woman. Her eyes slowly lifted, but her vison was far too blurry and undetailed to tell where she was or who was with her. The voice spoke again this time more clearly and able to be understood. " Child, it is alright, now. You are safe." She wasn't sure how to respond or what to do. Her intuition told her shewas safe, so she choose to speak with the stranger. " Where am I? What happened to him? And who are you?" " I am a nurse and you are in the hospital. But I am afraid there was no one around when they found you in the road. What is your name, dear?" Her heart sank not knowing what had happened to him, but she felt it must have been done for a reason, she could not understand at her age. " I am Sorali Kaine. Call me Sora though." Impressive. I most enjoyed how well you made this piece flow. A well deserved pass~
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 7:19 pm
Okay, I've been rp'ing for a while but please feel free to correct me
Rosa Izuke looked around the room.
So...Odd to be sitting back in the same desk she did when she was little.
She sat back trying to relax and close her golden brown eyes. Memories
Flooded her closed eye lids. The time she fell out of the tree beside the
building. The time she and her friends were playing and ended up blowing
a frog. These memories braught a faint smile to her pale pink lips...
Such found...Memories these were to her
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:41 am
SuzakuOfTheSouth Okay, I've been rp'ing for a while but please feel free to correct me Rosa Izuke looked around the room. So...Odd to be sitting back in the same desk she did when she was little. She sat back trying to relax and close her golden brown eyes. Memories Flooded her closed eye lids. The time she fell out of the tree beside the building. The time she and her friends were playing and ended up blowing a frog. These memories braught a faint smile to her pale pink lips... Such found...Memories these were to her Hm...Try to avoid too much spacing. It becomes a bit distracting. We use normal book format.
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