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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:24 pm
Hello! I have rped before, so I skipped the lessons and came right to here! My name is Ankoku Mikomi, and I work for the Akatsuki! whee I hope you don't mind that one emoticon. lol. Also, my rp style is paragraph, if you don't mind.
RP sample:
It was an over-cast morning as Ankoku Mikomi awoke. She sat up and stretched, only to realize that she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She blinked in confusion. She couldn't remember a thing of what happened last night.
"Ow, my head." She whined as she put her hand to her forehead. She asked, wondering, "where are the others?"
Her feet touched the floor, and she hauled herself up with a pain-filled groan. She forced herself to move her stiff legs and run about the house, looking for the other Akatsuki members and an explaination as to why she felt so bad today.
Hope you like it!
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:07 am
Hido looked around curiously as he approached the large ominous building, it's symbols intriguing him as he approached. As he entered the establishment he noticed the bar straight away, making his way to it and taking a seat, making himself comfortable. He started to feel a strange pressure slowly creep up in the back of his mind annoying him, and reminding him how long it had been since he had smoked last. He sighed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver metallic case, a rectangular box about four inches long, two inches wide. He flipped open one end of it, looking inside and sighing. Joy... four left. He tapped the side of the box against his hand, the cold metal exhilarating him for a moment as a small white cylinder slid into his hand. He started to bring the cigarette up to his lips, replacing the silver case into his pocket, fingering his lighter before pulling it out decidedly, rubbing his finger down strike wheel, the metallic clink as it rolled echoing unnaturally throughout the room. He smirked at the sound before shaking his head and holding the flame up to the end of the cigarette that wasn't in his mouth. He inhaled ever so slightly, enough to get it lit, before letting the flames from the lighter extinguish, placing it back into his pocket once more. He shifted the cigarette to the side of his mouth as he inhaled, taking a long drag and staring off into empty space. He started to think of the last time he had smoked it wasn't too long ago, and yet here he was, another one resting between his lips, nicotine already beginning to feel its way through his mind and body. He began to calm down again, the annoyance slowly sinking out of his mind and he began to mentally check himself a set of thoughts beginning to form. These thoughts faded however, when he recognized the familiar burn of smoke smarting his cheeks and the back of his throat, the burn merely reminding him that he had lost himself once more in thoughts that would happen over again. He opened his mouth, barely parting his lips, as if to kiss the air, letting the smoke rise out of his mouth slowly, it's vile burn leaving behind only the shallow taste of tobacco that came with his addiction.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:17 pm
Here's my rp sample. My character is Saen Haritama, and he lives in Kumogakure.
Saen woke up and sat up in his bed. He wiped his eyes as he yawned and slowly stood up. He quickly grabbed his green shirt and black pants and dressed himself. He grabbed his father's necklace and put it on, then looked at it for a few seconds.
His mind wondered for a few seconds until his mother screamed, "Saen, get down here and eat! The food's gonna get cold." He opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs, still semi-tired. "Ok, coming mom."
He slowly pulled out the chair and sat down, eyeing his food. He picked up his fork and used it to cut off a piece of his pancakes and eat it. His mom came by and handed him the syrup and sat down.
"I still can't believe my little boy is going to be a ninja soon, just like your father was. I know I haven't said this, but I'm very proud of you, son." Saen took a sip of his milk. "Thanks mom, I bet dad would have been proud of me too..." He looked over his necklace with a sad face. He wished his father didn't die, he was a great ninja and he looked up to him with confidence.
His mom hugged him and handed him his backpack. "I'll be there when you graduate. And so will your sis, she's coming home for a few days." Saen stood up and got his shoes on. "Maybe she can teach me a few tricks." He opened the door and walked out of the house.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:07 pm
Note: I'm grading because it doesn't look like its been done in a while >.> <.< Quote: Ankoku_Mikomi Hello! I have rped before, so I skipped the lessons and came right to here! My name is Ankoku Mikomi, and I work for the Akatsuki! whee I hope you don't mind that one emoticon. lol. Also, my rp style is paragraph, if you don't mind. RP sample: It was an over-cast morning as Ankoku Mikomi awoke. She sat up and stretched, only to realize that she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She blinked in confusion. She couldn't remember a thing of what happened last night. "Ow, my head." She whined as she put her hand to her forehead. She asked, wondering, "where are the others?" Her feet touched the floor, and she hauled herself up with a pain-filled groan. She forced herself to move her stiff legs and run about the house, looking for the other Akatsuki members and an explaination as to why she felt so bad today. Hope you like it! Err... Seeing as how we are very different than other guilds, I suggest you read the scrolls anyway. And as far as Akatsuki members go.. You have read the rules and story and everything for this guild, right? I'll pass you when you confirm that you read the story/rules. Besides that, it was a good RP sample. A little short in length, but nice. smile Quote: Quote: Hido looked around curiously as he approached the large ominous building, it's symbols intriguing him as he approached. As he entered the establishment he noticed the bar straight away, making his way to it and taking a seat, making himself comfortable. He started to feel a strange pressure slowly creep up in the back of his mind annoying him, and reminding him how long it had been since he had smoked last. He sighed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver metallic case, a rectangular box about four inches long, two inches wide. He flipped open one end of it, looking inside and sighing. Joy... four left. He tapped the side of the box against his hand, the cold metal exhilarating him for a moment as a small white cylinder slid into his hand. He started to bring the cigarette up to his lips, replacing the silver case into his pocket, fingering his lighter before pulling it out decidedly, rubbing his finger down strike wheel, the metallic clink as it rolled echoing unnaturally throughout the room. He smirked at the sound before shaking his head and holding the flame up to the end of the cigarette that wasn't in his mouth. He inhaled ever so slightly, enough to get it lit, before letting the flames from the lighter extinguish, placing it back into his pocket once more. He shifted the cigarette to the side of his mouth as he inhaled, taking a long drag and staring off into empty space. He started to think of the last time he had smoked it wasn't too long ago, and yet here he was, another one resting between his lips, nicotine already beginning to feel its way through his mind and body. He began to calm down again, the annoyance slowly sinking out of his mind and he began to mentally check himself a set of thoughts beginning to form. These thoughts faded however, when he recognized the familiar burn of smoke smarting his cheeks and the back of his throat, the burn merely reminding him that he had lost himself once more in thoughts that would happen over again. He opened his mouth, barely parting his lips, as if to kiss the air, letting the smoke rise out of his mouth slowly, it's vile burn leaving behind only the shallow taste of tobacco that came with his addiction. Absolutely horrible. DO IT AGAIN! Kidding~ It was great. A nice read. Of course, my dirty mind picked up on this piece immediately: Quote: as a small white cylinder slid into his hand Pass~ Quote: Quote: Here's my rp sample. My character is Saen Haritama, and he lives in Kumogakure. Saen woke up and sat up in his bed. He wiped his eyes as he yawned and slowly stood up. He quickly grabbed his green shirt and black pants and dressed himself. He grabbed his father's necklace and put it on, then looked at it for a few seconds. His mind wondered for a few seconds until his mother screamed, "Saen, get down here and eat! The food's gonna get cold." He opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs, still semi-tired. "Ok, coming mom." He slowly pulled out the chair and sat down, eyeing his food. He picked up his fork and used it to cut off a piece of his pancakes and eat it. His mom came by and handed him the syrup and sat down. "I still can't believe my little boy is going to be a ninja soon, just like your father was. I know I haven't said this, but I'm very proud of you, son." Saen took a sip of his milk. "Thanks mom, I bet dad would have been proud of me too..." He looked over his necklace with a sad face. He wished his father didn't die, he was a great ninja and he looked up to him with confidence. His mom hugged him and handed him his backpack. "I'll be there when you graduate. And so will your sis, she's coming home for a few days." Saen stood up and got his shoes on. "Maybe she can teach me a few tricks." He opened the door and walked out of the house. Guh! I'm a sucker for sad things! Good sample, but I must warn you- Although Kumo is GOING to be an amazing village full of awesome RPers, its opening is currently postponed until after the time skip. I suggest getting started in another village, and then making a new character in Kumo after the time skip. Or you can wait xD Pass!
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:40 pm
yo don't forget to put them in the first post as passed.
/spam (you can delete this if you want >.>)
Edit by Hiro as to avoid more spam: Thanks for reminding me xD
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:39 pm
Is it too late to pull the trigger? o wo well here goes, if I burst into flames, I'll come back in third degree burns XD
RP Sample:
Kneeling in a meadow Kanori was observing the petals of daisy in front of her. Although her father had told her countless times that, "It's a weed." and that it was not to considered a flower, she still reasoned it to be so. Of which lead to her father tousling her hair and saying how she was so much like her mother.
It had been a week since her father had reluctantly taken her along on his survey mission, after all it was no harm, and Kanori was old enough, and the bribery of cooked meals for the team might have helped her to have her father agree, but today seemed different, especially when her father walked into the meadow and hugged her from behind.
Practically jumping out of her skin, Kanori was surprised enough to hear her father's heavy sobs,followed by his firm embrace as warm tears stained the back of her shirt. Her gut began to churn,as she finally had settled from the surprise to ask, "Daddy? What's wrong?"
Feeling her father tense from the question, she was turned around and gripped from the front. Before she could see her father's face, Kanori was burried into her father's neck, as he breathed and slowly said, " I just got word from the village, Mommy just died. . ."
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 5:43 pm
Harsh!
I say pass. It seems good!
Remember- PM your Kage, follow the rules, etc. etc.
Have fun! biggrin
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 9:51 pm
Hiro Knight-Ieviathan Harsh! I say pass. It seems good! Remember- PM your Kage, follow the rules, etc. etc. Have fun! biggrin Sweet~ Thank you~ . . .now where to go? >.< I should have thought about this sooner. . .
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 2:46 pm
Well here it goes.
Rp Sample: Shia nervously stepped off a large ocean liner. Her hands were shaking as she tended to her short lavender hair which was becoming frizzy under a jet black beanie. "This is really it" she thought. She left her country behind to escape a dojo who thought she "knew too much" but also left her family and friends for their own protection. Shia was almost in tears as the captain ushered her and many passengers into this strange land. Her father, a wise and respected sensei, instructed her to seek out a ninja academy where she could be taught to defend herself. Strapped to her suitcase was her equipment: A pair of leather gloves each containing a subtle spring loaded blade, a pair of boots with a hatchet shaped blade running along the crown of the boot to the toe, and a quiver of securely bound senbon needles. She was dressed in simple clothes, a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, obviously second hand since they were stained and only hanging on to her slender hips by way of a leather belt. She wore a light material sleeveless shirt that didn't leave much to the imagination, not that there was much to imagine. She wore a hefty windbreaker that made her look at least a size bigger than she was. She wiped tears on the jacket sleeve and touched a heart shaped locket around her neck. "I won't let you down, father"
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:43 pm
Quote: Well here it goes. Rp Sample: Shia nervously stepped off a large ocean liner. Her hands were shaking as she tended to her short lavender hair which was becoming frizzy under a jet black beanie. "This is really it" she thought. She left her country behind to escape a dojo who thought she "knew too much" but also left her family and friends for their own protection. Shia was almost in tears as the captain ushered her and many passengers into this strange land. Her father, a wise and respected sensei, instructed her to seek out a ninja academy where she could be taught to defend herself. Strapped to her suitcase was her equipment: A pair of leather gloves each containing a subtle spring loaded blade, a pair of boots with a hatchet shaped blade running along the crown of the boot to the toe, and a quiver of securely bound senbon needles. She was dressed in simple clothes, a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, obviously second hand since they were stained and only hanging on to her slender hips by way of a leather belt. She wore a light material sleeveless shirt that didn't leave much to the imagination, not that there was much to imagine. She wore a hefty windbreaker that made her look at least a size bigger than she was. She wiped tears on the jacket sleeve and touched a heart shaped locket around her neck. "I won't let you down, father" Good! Pass! biggrin
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:56 am
You won't be dissappointed *hugs*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:25 am
Alone, Nova sit in his room awaiting the death squad to come. His eyes slowly scan the room as shadows begin to emerge from every coner. He stand ready to accept his fate, but then hears the voice of his master. He says your time as not yet come my son, defeat your foes and join me. Nova falls to the floor grabbing his blade from under the chair attacking each member of the death squad with his katana striking them all down. Then he turns towards the window and leaps toward the woods. Where is soon joined by his master as the leave their once beloved village hidden in the leaf .
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:51 pm
I've been gone for so long that I'm sure that Sunagakure has moved on without me, and I haven't been online roleplaying since I left, only live-action, so I figured I might as well submit myself to the academy once again to brush up, then re-apply for Suna. So here goes a shot with my new to this roleplay but not so new to me character, Ai Yuuki.
It had been a long day, and Ai was more than ready to go to bed, but there was still more business to attend to. Mother needed her to clean up the house before she and Father left for the weekend, and Father wanted her to finish reading the last few chapters of the book on scroll usage TODAY, or GOD KNOWS that she'd never make it in life without knowing the most effective ways to open and close a scroll.
Ai pulled her hair back into a ponytail for the millionth time that day; for some reason her hair was just too stuborn to give the stupid elastic any friction. She walked back into the house from her backyard and stepped into the kitchen to start cleaning the dishes. Her parents floated about as if without a care in the world, absolutely nothing to do, and she sighed to herself. Ugh. Life.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 1:06 pm
i have'nt got much experience role-playing but i'll give it a shot.
Raiamu was exhausted after a long day training at the academy.When he got home he lay in his bed reading about justus and techniques essential to a shinobi, when he was finished it was nearly time to sleep. But he lay awake unable to sleep, he sat thinking how the day had went, he began thinking about the big thing... graduation. He knew he had practised,alot,so he waited there silently as the moonshine crept over the houses of Konoha.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 4:55 am
"Damn, damn, damn, damn... Why now?!" his legs shook and trembeld so fircely, resulting in that of his balance rapidly sunk after that of his eyes had gazed upon the horrible sight that was before him. "Today?! Of 365 days it happend... They.. They did it today.." his led out a huge sigh and let his finger gently glide through the half-green-half-black of his. "I will make them.. Pay.." he said with a hateful voice. "I will" and with these words he slowly rose from his crouched down posistion on the white, tiled floor and began to walk to the room of theirs. But on the way he stopped to grab a pencil and a piece of paper to then stop infront of their room and wrote the following on the piece of paper which he placed on the floor infront of the dark wooden door:
"You forgot to buy milk. I am really sad."
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