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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:46 am
This is where people can come to get better at role-play. You can request an instructor/sensei. Here is where you transition from being a one-liner n00b to a well literate role player. (Like Lady Faia-Nenshou Hime)
Ok, well despite what you all may think, I've only be role-playing for about three to four weeks now. The reason why it doesn't look like that is because of three simple components.
Spelling/Grammar
If your post is filled with a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes it messes up the flow of your writing. It also screams n00b in capital letters.
Post Length
You don't need to have long novel-like post like Junko and I but one-liners won't do. At least a paragraph on each post, that's a five sentence minimum.
Style
The most important category. You have to make your writing interesting. Just five sentences that say the actions your character took is not cool at all. RP is about being the character you created so why not be that character? You're only experiencing half the joys of RP if you don't put yourself in the shoes of your person. What is he thinking? How does he feel? What exactly does he see? If you include these things in your post and envision it all in your mind then it will make you a better poster.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 3:18 pm
WHY ARE YOU ALL LYING TO YOURSELVES! YOU KNOW YOU NEED LESSONS!
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 8:33 pm
HA! I'll take one, but I already passed as a lord so I don't know how much it will help!
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:51 pm
I admitted to being a bad role player, that's why I asked for help!
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 8:30 am
Avedis Angelus  ~Once the demon of chaos is released there is no end to it's power... Total Stats-[Speed:61] [Strength:69] [Stamina:30] [Jump:15]
Air Time: 43.5 Seconds As Jess greeted Ichengo as “Beast of Chaos” HE sighed a little. It was sort of a sigh of disgust. He let is head drop down. His hair fell as well. IT fell perfectly then set in that position because of the direction he was facing. He had closed his eyes at this moment. He didn’t really like the name so it wasn’t really Jess fault that he did this. He then raised his head and looked at Jess. “Please don’t refer to me as the ‘Beast of Chaos’ anymore, I’m the Angel of Chaos….not a beast.” He said with a happy smile on his face.
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Ichengo was standing in front of Jess as still as he could possibly be, not moving a muscle. His breathing could be heard, his chest and his gut, around the area the diaphragm is in, could be seen going in and out with every breath as his lungs expanded and deflated sending the oxygen through his blood cells and the Carbon Dioxide out of his lungs into the air around him. That was the function of his lungs anyways. After standing there like that for maybe exactly fifty point six seconds he turned his head to the left, of him, his hair flung in that direction as well revealing a part of the insignia for Aeternum Vale, more specifically the end of the longest blade like part of the insignia. He looked over that way for a second with his light silvery blue like eye color; his pupils were odd though, as if it was a cross hair of the scope of a sniper rifle. He turned his head to the right then, his hair flung in that direction but harder, revealing more or less the other half of the Aeternum Vale insignia. He looked over to the right at the wall, the blue walls that seemed to have been recently painted. When his hair settled to its normal position after being flung he realized a part of the wall that seemed to be knicked.
He turned his left leg to the position towards the wall. He kept nearly the rest of his body still and in place as if he was a complete statue except for that one leg. The fabric of his pants from the left leg scratched against the fabric on his pants from the right leg. It made a sort of sound as if someone was rubbing his leg. He then pushed down a little on the AT’s on his left foot. The revving of them could be heard, it echoed through Ichengo’s ear though not through the whole café; that screeching noise that irritated so many people before this. He had closed his eyes letting his eye lids be seen, just like the rest of the skin on his face it was a sort of light color, not white but a light tan brownish color. His eye brows looked to have extended upwards because of the facial movement though. His ears twitched still because of the sound, moving as if they were agitated.
After the three point fourteen seconds he was applying a low pressure to his air treks he twisted his whole body except his head since it was already in the correct position. This caused his shirt to sort of flow with the small amount of momentum created from the turning motion he made. A fluttering noise could be heard coming from his shirt and his right pants leg fabric. The tie with the metallic cross X shape on it, that he wore a lot now, also began to flow in that direction. The fabric of the Tie rubbed against the fabric form his shirt making the same sound as his pants made a little earlier. He put his head down in the same moment as this as well too, letting his hair sling itself down with the movement of his head as well. His eyes still closed though and nothing else had moved at the moment. His ears still made a sort of agitated twitching still though only because of the little fact that his Air trek was still sort of lightly revving on the ground of the café, very lightly.
He let the pressure from his legs lightly rise off the ATs. This let his body slowly move towards the knick in the wall that Ichengo had seen. His hair was moving backwards into his face from the momentum from him moving forward. One foot in front of the other and the right foot, which was behind his left foot, only had one wheel from the Air Trek on the floor. This was one of his very special ways to ride; it was a little odd to Ichengo though it was helpful in trying to use his tricks while not really trying. His hair was still flowing into his face, his Tie flowing behind him because of the momentum pressure from him moving. When he got to the knick he lifted his head and then opened his eyes. His pupil’s were normal this time and his eyes color was the same silvery blue color as well. He looked at the knick in the wall closely and realized it was a black line in the wall. Someone had scratched off the paint from that one part of the wall. “I wonder who the hell would have done something so stupid.” He said
He then turned his head to look down. He saw under the beige tan like colored table, a white coat like object. The coat had a sort of a belt like thing, pushed through the two slot like entrance exit things like his jeans he wore sometimes. He continued to look at the coat for a while wondering where he had seen it before, if it was anyone’s, if it was even there. He had been feeling a little sick; maybe his mind was playing tricks on him or something? He knelt down, the fabric from his pants rubbing itself against the whole bottom of them. His Tie and hair returned to their normal position and had settled. He moved his leg so that he was able to see the coat more clearly. The coat wasn’t really white, it was actually a very very light silvery gray color. When he realized this he knew where he had seen the coat before. It was in fact his coat that he had left in the alleyway just a little down the street the first time he left the café. He smiled a little because he had found his coat…that he didn’t even need.
He moved his arm downward to pick up the coat. This caused the fabric from the sleeve of his jacket to slide against the fabric form the torso part of his jacket. This made a rubbing noise again, the same rubbing noise as the previous noises from his Tie and from his Pants. He smiled as his hand reached the coat. His hand laid flat on the coat’s fabric. He felt the fabric of the coat, the furry fabric like a fox’s fur. He began to rub his hand against it, he made a sigh of sort of relief. He then clutched his hand grasping the coat in the firm grasp of his hand now. He then began to lift up his hand. The coat in his hand slid against his shirt and jacket fabric making against his coat and jacket a light rubbing noise instead of a noise like the ones from only a few seconds earlier. This was due to the difference in the fabrics of the things. One was a fur like fabric while the other was a more cloth like fabric. Of course the fur like fabric was fake, why would he kill off foxes to get a coat?
After pulling the jacket all the way up to him he hugged the jacket in his body and smiled. He cuddled around the jacket rubbing his face in the fur, causing the fur to push closer to the lower fabric below it that it had sat on. He smiled still with the fur around his face and on his cheek, it was soft and warm as well because it was sitting in front of the heater in the café in the first place. He had only just realized this and continued the cuddle is little coat as if it was a fox. Yes a little fox, a little white fox, foxes that Ichengo adore with a passion. He stood up with the coat still against his skin on his face, around his check, in his nose a little, and the fur going into his mouth as he smiled. He continued standing in that one spot and began to cuddle his coat even more, it was fake fur but it felt as if it could be the real thing, not a fur coat but a real white fox with real fur still on its skin, flesh.
Ichengo moved the fur coat away from his face. He looked at it still smiling and then threw it on his shoulder. He blew through the wind created form the momentum of his throwing the coat, the fur moving Ichengo smiled wider. When it landed it was on his shoulder now, but when it landed on his shoulder though it made a thud sound. The coat was pretty heavy actually, this is the reason he didn’t wear it during his battles. It was heavy as hell. It would more than likely weigh his body down a lot. He chose to wear his school uniform instead since it fitted his body perfectly and was light. It was even a good color for his head and everything. He did have the uniform custom fitted after all so no surprise really. He was still smiling and still rubbing his fur coat. He had no trouble carrying the coat though, he was use to wearing it, and it was just a matter of it weighing him down during his riding. He didn’t like being weighed down. You would think that this was crazy cause in his battles Ichengo had his chains he wore.
But the chains weren’t as heavy as you’d think really, they were actually pretty light. In fact they were barely as heavy as his clothing. HE smiled thinking about the light chains, the chains he used to bend the rules and use the killer bee hundred on Kyo in their battle. That reminded him that he was in the café, the café Kyo was battling in now. He wondered how Jordan and Kyo were doing at the moment. Of course he would, after all he didn’t know how he felt for Jordan and he had just battled Kyo. He wanted to attempt to interfere the battle and help Jordan win but knew it was not a very honorable thing to do. He may be the Essence of Chaos but he was still honorable. He wanted to be able to say that Jordan was a queen, that she was worthy of the position, that she won the position herself with no help. Of course he also was not going to be able to interfere with the battle without being too obvious, it was a cube battle, with a lot of people watching it in fact, He would have to be very sneaky if he wanted to, but he still couldn’t there were cages, he’d have to be very obvious if he tried.
He turned his head to the left, the direction of the cage and of the cube that Kyo and Jordan were battling in at the moment. His hair swung in that direction. It didn’t settle for maybe about 30 point 65 seconds. When his hair had settled back to its original position in front of his face he went from a happy like smile to a devious smirk. His lips shifted slowly, very slowly in fact. From the large smile from getting a coat to the devious smirk that showed he was up to something and something pretty damn devious as well if you’d ask me about this. He began to dig his left hand into his coat pocket. He would have used his right hand if the coat was not on his right shoulder. HE continued digging the fabric being able to be seen moving. When he pulled out his hand he had a card like object in his hand. His smirk became larger and then his eyes shifted from right to left.
That had made him seem even more devious than before. He still had his eyes shifting from left to right, right to left, and everything. He then began to examine the card he had as if he wasn’t sure if it was the right one. He realized it was not the right one then let out a small sigh of irritation. You could in fact hear how irritated he sounded form only letting out that one sigh. He threw the card, the way he had thrown the card it had glided through the air. The card soon smacked someone in the face. They had wondered where it had come from. He stuck is left hand back into a different pocket. This time clanging of chains could be heard, they were moving around. He knew this was the right pocket for him to use now. He Pulled out the chains and let them drop to the floor; they all clanged when they hit the floor. Ichengo was still searching through the pocket though. What the hell was he searching for? Now all that could be heard was his hand rubbing against the inner fabric of the pocket, just as Ichengo was just about to give up.
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He hit something that felt like a card. The texture of it was different from other cards. He knew this time he had the right one. He pulled out his hand swiftly making a loud rubbing noise against the pocket. HE then looked at the card in his hand now and smiled. He found it, the card he was looking for, but what the hell was it anyways? And why was it important. Who knows, Ichenog was confusing no matter what, his road, his choices, and everything. He held up his card and then began to rub his fingers against it. IT soon separated into multiple cards. What the hell? It was apparently a couple cards in the first place, but what was the secret behind what he had just done. One second ago it was a simple card. The texture of it still different from the texture of the others he had pulled out of his pocket. Looking down he picked up the chains as they clanged loudly and put them on instead of in his coat. He decided he would put the coat somewhere he knew it’d be safe and untouched, very goodly safe.
Ichengo turned his body to the left. He applied small pressure to his right AT and now had his left leg behind that. He was in the same position he was in before. He soon let the light pressure off the ATs letting him skate over to Jess. He had heard the light revving again and then sighed. When he got over to Jess he gave her a car, and Tais two cards. “Here, text me when the damn battle is over. I’m getting sick of being here.” He said to them winking and still deviously smirking. He turned around and began to head for the door; the revving of the ATs still could be heard by Ichengo. He closed his eyes and pulled a MP3 player from his pants pocket. Just before putting the Headphones in his ears he turned his head back to Tais and Jess. “Make sure you give that extra one to Jordan for me mkay?” He said still with the smirk on his face. He slowly put the headphones in his ears after saying that and then proceeded towards the door. It wasn’t open so he slowly pushed it open and dashed, leaving the Café.
...ever growing in it's power to soon be able to obliterate the ones standing in his way, he only seen them as "Colateral Damage" to his goal~  {Word Count: 2700 +300 = 3000} LEARN FROM THIS RP POST FORM MY AIR GEAR GUILD XD
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 7:36 pm
Avedis Angelus Avedis Angelus ~Once the demon of chaos is released there is no end to it's power... Total Stats-[Speed:61] [Strength:69] [Stamina:30] [Jump:15]
Air Time: 43.5 Seconds As Jess greeted Ichengo as “Beast of Chaos” HE sighed a little. It was sort of a sigh of disgust. He let is head drop down. His hair fell as well. IT fell perfectly then set in that position because of the direction he was facing. He had closed his eyes at this moment. He didn’t really like the name so it wasn’t really Jess fault that he did this. He then raised his head and looked at Jess. “Please don’t refer to me as the ‘Beast of Chaos’ anymore, I’m the Angel of Chaos….not a beast.” He said with a happy smile on his face.
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Ichengo was standing in front of Jess as still as he could possibly be, not moving a muscle. His breathing could be heard, his chest and his gut, around the area the diaphragm is in, could be seen going in and out with every breath as his lungs expanded and deflated sending the oxygen through his blood cells and the Carbon Dioxide out of his lungs into the air around him. That was the function of his lungs anyways. After standing there like that for maybe exactly fifty point six seconds he turned his head to the left, of him, his hair flung in that direction as well revealing a part of the insignia for Aeternum Vale, more specifically the end of the longest blade like part of the insignia. He looked over that way for a second with his light silvery blue like eye color; his pupils were odd though, as if it was a cross hair of the scope of a sniper rifle. He turned his head to the right then, his hair flung in that direction but harder, revealing more or less the other half of the Aeternum Vale insignia. He looked over to the right at the wall, the blue walls that seemed to have been recently painted. When his hair settled to its normal position after being flung he realized a part of the wall that seemed to be knicked.
He turned his left leg to the position towards the wall. He kept nearly the rest of his body still and in place as if he was a complete statue except for that one leg. The fabric of his pants from the left leg scratched against the fabric on his pants from the right leg. It made a sort of sound as if someone was rubbing his leg. He then pushed down a little on the AT’s on his left foot. The revving of them could be heard, it echoed through Ichengo’s ear though not through the whole café; that screeching noise that irritated so many people before this. He had closed his eyes letting his eye lids be seen, just like the rest of the skin on his face it was a sort of light color, not white but a light tan brownish color. His eye brows looked to have extended upwards because of the facial movement though. His ears twitched still because of the sound, moving as if they were agitated.
After the three point fourteen seconds he was applying a low pressure to his air treks he twisted his whole body except his head since it was already in the correct position. This caused his shirt to sort of flow with the small amount of momentum created from the turning motion he made. A fluttering noise could be heard coming from his shirt and his right pants leg fabric. The tie with the metallic cross X shape on it, that he wore a lot now, also began to flow in that direction. The fabric of the Tie rubbed against the fabric form his shirt making the same sound as his pants made a little earlier. He put his head down in the same moment as this as well too, letting his hair sling itself down with the movement of his head as well. His eyes still closed though and nothing else had moved at the moment. His ears still made a sort of agitated twitching still though only because of the little fact that his Air trek was still sort of lightly revving on the ground of the café, very lightly.
He let the pressure from his legs lightly rise off the ATs. This let his body slowly move towards the knick in the wall that Ichengo had seen. His hair was moving backwards into his face from the momentum from him moving forward. One foot in front of the other and the right foot, which was behind his left foot, only had one wheel from the Air Trek on the floor. This was one of his very special ways to ride; it was a little odd to Ichengo though it was helpful in trying to use his tricks while not really trying. His hair was still flowing into his face, his Tie flowing behind him because of the momentum pressure from him moving. When he got to the knick he lifted his head and then opened his eyes. His pupil’s were normal this time and his eyes color was the same silvery blue color as well. He looked at the knick in the wall closely and realized it was a black line in the wall. Someone had scratched off the paint from that one part of the wall. “I wonder who the hell would have done something so stupid.” He said
He then turned his head to look down. He saw under the beige tan like colored table, a white coat like object. The coat had a sort of a belt like thing, pushed through the two slot like entrance exit things like his jeans he wore sometimes. He continued to look at the coat for a while wondering where he had seen it before, if it was anyone’s, if it was even there. He had been feeling a little sick; maybe his mind was playing tricks on him or something? He knelt down, the fabric from his pants rubbing itself against the whole bottom of them. His Tie and hair returned to their normal position and had settled. He moved his leg so that he was able to see the coat more clearly. The coat wasn’t really white, it was actually a very very light silvery gray color. When he realized this he knew where he had seen the coat before. It was in fact his coat that he had left in the alleyway just a little down the street the first time he left the café. He smiled a little because he had found his coat…that he didn’t even need.
He moved his arm downward to pick up the coat. This caused the fabric from the sleeve of his jacket to slide against the fabric form the torso part of his jacket. This made a rubbing noise again, the same rubbing noise as the previous noises from his Tie and from his Pants. He smiled as his hand reached the coat. His hand laid flat on the coat’s fabric. He felt the fabric of the coat, the furry fabric like a fox’s fur. He began to rub his hand against it, he made a sigh of sort of relief. He then clutched his hand grasping the coat in the firm grasp of his hand now. He then began to lift up his hand. The coat in his hand slid against his shirt and jacket fabric making against his coat and jacket a light rubbing noise instead of a noise like the ones from only a few seconds earlier. This was due to the difference in the fabrics of the things. One was a fur like fabric while the other was a more cloth like fabric. Of course the fur like fabric was fake, why would he kill off foxes to get a coat?
After pulling the jacket all the way up to him he hugged the jacket in his body and smiled. He cuddled around the jacket rubbing his face in the fur, causing the fur to push closer to the lower fabric below it that it had sat on. He smiled still with the fur around his face and on his cheek, it was soft and warm as well because it was sitting in front of the heater in the café in the first place. He had only just realized this and continued the cuddle is little coat as if it was a fox. Yes a little fox, a little white fox, foxes that Ichengo adore with a passion. He stood up with the coat still against his skin on his face, around his check, in his nose a little, and the fur going into his mouth as he smiled. He continued standing in that one spot and began to cuddle his coat even more, it was fake fur but it felt as if it could be the real thing, not a fur coat but a real white fox with real fur still on its skin, flesh.
Ichengo moved the fur coat away from his face. He looked at it still smiling and then threw it on his shoulder. He blew through the wind created form the momentum of his throwing the coat, the fur moving Ichengo smiled wider. When it landed it was on his shoulder now, but when it landed on his shoulder though it made a thud sound. The coat was pretty heavy actually, this is the reason he didn’t wear it during his battles. It was heavy as hell. It would more than likely weigh his body down a lot. He chose to wear his school uniform instead since it fitted his body perfectly and was light. It was even a good color for his head and everything. He did have the uniform custom fitted after all so no surprise really. He was still smiling and still rubbing his fur coat. He had no trouble carrying the coat though, he was use to wearing it, and it was just a matter of it weighing him down during his riding. He didn’t like being weighed down. You would think that this was crazy cause in his battles Ichengo had his chains he wore.
But the chains weren’t as heavy as you’d think really, they were actually pretty light. In fact they were barely as heavy as his clothing. HE smiled thinking about the light chains, the chains he used to bend the rules and use the killer bee hundred on Kyo in their battle. That reminded him that he was in the café, the café Kyo was battling in now. He wondered how Jordan and Kyo were doing at the moment. Of course he would, after all he didn’t know how he felt for Jordan and he had just battled Kyo. He wanted to attempt to interfere the battle and help Jordan win but knew it was not a very honorable thing to do. He may be the Essence of Chaos but he was still honorable. He wanted to be able to say that Jordan was a queen, that she was worthy of the position, that she won the position herself with no help. Of course he also was not going to be able to interfere with the battle without being too obvious, it was a cube battle, with a lot of people watching it in fact, He would have to be very sneaky if he wanted to, but he still couldn’t there were cages, he’d have to be very obvious if he tried.
He turned his head to the left, the direction of the cage and of the cube that Kyo and Jordan were battling in at the moment. His hair swung in that direction. It didn’t settle for maybe about 30 point 65 seconds. When his hair had settled back to its original position in front of his face he went from a happy like smile to a devious smirk. His lips shifted slowly, very slowly in fact. From the large smile from getting a coat to the devious smirk that showed he was up to something and something pretty damn devious as well if you’d ask me about this. He began to dig his left hand into his coat pocket. He would have used his right hand if the coat was not on his right shoulder. HE continued digging the fabric being able to be seen moving. When he pulled out his hand he had a card like object in his hand. His smirk became larger and then his eyes shifted from right to left.
That had made him seem even more devious than before. He still had his eyes shifting from left to right, right to left, and everything. He then began to examine the card he had as if he wasn’t sure if it was the right one. He realized it was not the right one then let out a small sigh of irritation. You could in fact hear how irritated he sounded form only letting out that one sigh. He threw the card, the way he had thrown the card it had glided through the air. The card soon smacked someone in the face. They had wondered where it had come from. He stuck is left hand back into a different pocket. This time clanging of chains could be heard, they were moving around. He knew this was the right pocket for him to use now. He Pulled out the chains and let them drop to the floor; they all clanged when they hit the floor. Ichengo was still searching through the pocket though. What the hell was he searching for? Now all that could be heard was his hand rubbing against the inner fabric of the pocket, just as Ichengo was just about to give up.
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He hit something that felt like a card. The texture of it was different from other cards. He knew this time he had the right one. He pulled out his hand swiftly making a loud rubbing noise against the pocket. HE then looked at the card in his hand now and smiled. He found it, the card he was looking for, but what the hell was it anyways? And why was it important. Who knows, Ichenog was confusing no matter what, his road, his choices, and everything. He held up his card and then began to rub his fingers against it. IT soon separated into multiple cards. What the hell? It was apparently a couple cards in the first place, but what was the secret behind what he had just done. One second ago it was a simple card. The texture of it still different from the texture of the others he had pulled out of his pocket. Looking down he picked up the chains as they clanged loudly and put them on instead of in his coat. He decided he would put the coat somewhere he knew it’d be safe and untouched, very goodly safe.
Ichengo turned his body to the left. He applied small pressure to his right AT and now had his left leg behind that. He was in the same position he was in before. He soon let the light pressure off the ATs letting him skate over to Jess. He had heard the light revving again and then sighed. When he got over to Jess he gave her a car, and Tais two cards. “Here, text me when the damn battle is over. I’m getting sick of being here.” He said to them winking and still deviously smirking. He turned around and began to head for the door; the revving of the ATs still could be heard by Ichengo. He closed his eyes and pulled a MP3 player from his pants pocket. Just before putting the Headphones in his ears he turned his head back to Tais and Jess. “Make sure you give that extra one to Jordan for me mkay?” He said still with the smirk on his face. He slowly put the headphones in his ears after saying that and then proceeded towards the door. It wasn’t open so he slowly pushed it open and dashed, leaving the Café.
...ever growing in it's power to soon be able to obliterate the ones standing in his way, he only seen them as "Colateral Damage" to his goal~ {Word Count: 2700 +300 = 3000} LEARN FROM THIS RP POST FORM MY AIR GEAR GUILD XD Awesome! That is except for the HE part.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:26 pm
Sado Shimizu   ҉ / - C . H . A . D - / ҉
< * > T h e - L o n e - W o l f < * >
The snow continued it's peaceful decent to the snow covered Japan. Chad gazed up into the dark sky. Their was a lot of problems recently, problems that Chad wished would just disappear. Team Ragnarok had declared war on the Mod Kings. Chad had friends on both teams, and didn't wish for war. Whatever happened to just riding the sky's for fun? Why was everything turning into a battle? Sure Chad liked to fight, but that was only for fighting for what he thought was right. But his team wanted revenge. Revenge for what Faiz did to him. Revenge for taking a piece of their North away from them. Chad thought it was all pointless now. Revenge was a stupid reason to go to war.
Chad watched the snow, but took notice of one particular snow flake. He held out his hand as the white flake drifted down into his hand. Chad could make out the shape of the snowflake just before it melted away in his hands. Chad's memories began to surge, remembering something that changed his life forever.
~Flashback~
A young man could be seen running down the streets of Tokyo. He held what seemed to be a shoe box in his hands. The young male had lengthy blond hair, and brown eyes. A large grin was spread across his face as he ran through the crowd of people. "Hey watch the hell where your going!" Yelled a few of the pedestrians. The kid didn't care though. He was far too excited to even comprehend what the people around him were saying. Who was this guy? It was none other than the familar Lone-Wolf of Ragnarok, Chad. Chad turned on a dime as he ran into an apartment building.
Chad seemed to be flying up the stairs as he ran. He felt as if his feet weren't even touching the ground. He was so excited, he could just jump out of his skin. Chad finally reached his floor of the apartment building. He ran down the halls at finally slowed down his running as he came to a halt near a door at the very end of the hall. It was his family's apartment. Chad took out his key and placed it in the key hole. he turned it counter clock wise, hearing the clicking sounds of the door being unlocked. He turned the door knob, stepping inside his apartment, gently shutting the door behind him. "Mom? I'm home. Is Dad here yet?" Chad asked his mother.
A tiny woman in her mid 40's came from the kitchen area to greet her son. "Hi sweety. No, Dad is still taking care of that Job down near the Railway. He called and said he would be home pretty soon though." His mother replied. She looked down at his arms and noticed the box he was carrying. "What's in the box?" She asked, taking a few steps back thinking it was gonna be some sort of animal that would jump out and attack her. Chad smile widened. He walked over to their kitchen table and placed the box down on it. He opened the box, revealing it's contents. They appeared to shoes, however they weren't just any shoes. Chad pulled out the left shoe, revealing it's entire shape. It was a brown Air Trek, a special type of skate that was motorized, and reacted upon pressure applied to it. The more pressure applied, the faster the rider would move, or fly in Storm Rider terms. "I finally bought my own pair of Air Treks!"
Chad's mother looked at the Air Trek. She picked it up and fiddled around with it in her hands. "Why is it so heavy? Aren't these Air Trek things supposed to be lighter?" His mother asked him. Chad, who had dived into the instruction manual, peeked from behind the booklet and looked at his mother. "Well usually yeah, but I bought these heavier ones because I thought it would help me improve faster. Besides, Master Lee made me do stuff like this all the time." Chad replied, thinking of a time when his Tae Kwon Do master made him carry 4 back packs, when the Tae Kwon Do studio went on a hike in the local mountains back in America. "Well they still seem pretty heavy. Try not to pull a muscle, and don't destroy the apartment building with those things." His mother said sternly.
"Don't worry, I'll mostly be around the Railway with these bad boys." Chad said with a large grin on his face. His mother walked back into the kitchen area and continued to clean the dishes. Chad dived back into the instruction manual, and began studying every detail about his brand new Air Treks. A good half an hour had passed when Chad's father came strolling in through the front door to their apartment. "Hey buddy, how ya doin?" Chad's father asked him as he walked behind Chad and roughly massaged his Chad's shoulders. Chad laughed at the massage, it hurt yet felt good at the same time. "I'm good, hey check out what I bought!" Chad exclaimed. It was obvious that Chad was really excited about his Air Treks. They were probably his most favorite investment. Chad's father picked up an Air Trek and observed them. "Hmm, they seem very durable, good choice for a kid like you. Always trashing your room and such. They seem like fun. How much were they?" Chad's father asked.
Chad just about died on the inside when his father asked him about the price. Chad had spent just about his entire savings account just to buy his Air Treks. But Chad couldn't tell his father that. If he did, he probably wouldn't live to see the next day. "Ummm, uhh, they were pretty pricy, but not too expensive." Chad lied. Those things were expensive as hell. Chad's father looked at him with a skeptical look. "Uh-huhhh, I see. Well they look like fun, just don't go around destroying things with those Air Treks." Ty's father said to him. "Yessir." Chad replied with a smile in his tone. Chad turned back to to his instruction manual and began to study once more. Chad's mom came back into the room. "OH! If your going to go out on those things, make sure you come back soon, were supposed to be meeting the Le's for dinner." Chad's mother said. "Yea sure, ok." Chad said, not even comprehending a word his mother had just told him...
Little did Chad know that his world was about to be flipped upside down...
Chad was sweating profusely. He had been riding non stop for quite a few hours. He was having so much fun that he lost track of time. Pulling out his cellphone, he saw that the time was 8 Pm. However that was not the only thing he saw, He had 5 missed calls from his friend Justin, who he was supposed to be seeing that night with the rest of his family. Chad flipped open his phone and hit the call back button. The phone only rang once before it was answered. Chad could hear many voices yelling in the background. "Chad! Are you there!? Chad!!" Justin yelled through the phone. "Ow, s**t yea man I'm hear, and I'm also bleading out of my ears. Jesus..." Chad said rubbing his ears. "Thank god! He's fine," Justin yelled into the background. "Chad you need to come down too the hospital right away!" Justin exclaimed. "What why!? Whats wrong!?" Chad asked, now starting to panic. Just what in the world was happening.
The phone fell silent for a few moments. "Justin!? Answer me dammit, what the hell is going on!?" Chad yelled into the phone. A long sigh could be heard through the speaker. "It's your parents. They were attacked by a gang of Storm Riders. Your parents....Your parent's aren't going to make it Chad. The doctors are doing everything they can, but it's not enough. Chad? Are you there? Chad!?" Justin yelled. Chad had dropped the phone as soon as he heard that his parent's weren't going to make it. Chad was blinded by tears. He immediatley took off towards the hospital. His Air Treks were howling as Chad 'flew' to the hospital. From behind Chad, one could see his Aura. The lonely wolf with his bat like wings, howling into a red moon, indicating that someone close, had just moved on.
Chad arrived at the hospital. Little did he know he was already too late. His parent's were already gone. Chad ran through the hospital looking for his parents, his friends, any familiar faces. Chad found no one. He had stopped in a hallway, many doctors and nurses were busy with other things. Chad leaned against a wall and slowly slid down to the floor, crying. Chad didn't even get a chance to say a final farewell. He had no one their to comfort him. He had no one else to turn to. It was then, that Chad realized, he was alone.
A few days had passed since the death of his parent's. Since Chad was 18 he was a legal adult. So he was able to live on his own. He didn't have the money for his parent's to receive a proper burial. Instead, their body's were cremated, and Chad was given their ashes, to spread any where in the world. Chad chose to release his parents into the wind. It was a windy day when he had done so. He visited the mountains of Japan and released their ashes off of a cliff. Their ashes were blown into the wind, where Chad believed that their spirits would continue to live. In the glorious sky that was shared by everyone. Chad did this for a reason. For now every time he was out on his runs with his Air Treks, he felt as if his parent's were always with him. Running with him in the wind.
~End Flashback~
Chad had finally snapped out the memories of a horrible past. His face felt icy. He reached up with is right hand and wiped his face, which was soaking wet. It was then Chad had realized that he had been crying. Chad used the sleeve of his coat to wipe off his face. He continued to think about his parents. Chad was never really one for revenge. Even if it was for his parents. He was sure they would understand though. His parents were very understanding people. Chad's view on revenge was quite simple. If someone had murdered your parents, and you killed the ones who killed your parents. Then what does that make you? It makes you just as bad as the murderer. The murderer more than likely has family and loved ones as well. How would they react to you killing one of their beloved family members? They would call you the murderer. Chad thought that revenge was nothing but a vicious cycle.
It was for those reasons though, that Chad became the person he is today. He chose a peaceful path. Instead of tainting the sky with more blood, Chad had chosen to protect the sky. To be some sort of savior to those who only wish to live in a peaceful world. Chad wanted to rid the sky of those who wished to paint it with blood. This was Chad's motivation. This is what Chad rode for. This is what made Chad the Lone-Wolf of Ragnarok.
Chad's mind finally snapped back into reality. He had been sitting alone in the snow for quite a long while. But really he enjoyed it. He didn't mind being alone now. He had been alone for quite a long while. But thing's in Chad's life were changing. Chad had joined one of the most renown teams in the Storm Riding world. The team known as Ragnarok, and current holders of territory in the North of Tokyo. He had become one of the world's most respected riders. Not because of insane amount of strength, and beating the snot out of his opponents, but for showing the world what it really means to be a Storm Rider. To fight for what was right, and to protect the things that were important to you. But most of all, Chad's biggest change, was his new friends. If it weren't for them, then Chad would never have been able to push himself to the next level, to riding his Air Treks, and keeping him motivated to try even harder, and to never give up. Without them, Chad was nothing.
Chad wanted things back to the way they used to be, where all riders were free to ride wherever they wanted under the sky for fun. The sky didn't belong to any particular group. It belonged to everyone. Chad had one final goal he wished to make true. He wanted to unite the world under one sky. He believed the sky brought everyone together, making everyone a giant family of Storm Riders.
Word Count: 2169
Word Total: 2169+158=2627
"Freedom is fragile, and I fight to protect it!" Or mine, some key pointers to RolePlaying: Avoid as little speach as possible. You shouldn't have more than 1 paragraph of actual speech. Most of your Rping should go to describing your characters actions, feelings and such. It also should go towards the setting and things happening around your character. Being descriptive is a very useful tactic. You want to be able to let readers be able to picture clearly what is going on.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:12 pm
Listen to Sado. XD
He is smarticle. XD
Don't Try to go over board with the descriiptions Like I did though 0.0 Unless it's absolutely needed for things such as meditation points. XD
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 6:46 pm
Ok, clearly i don't know what I'm doing when it comes to the roleplaying rules. You guys have seen my posts. Can you identify the problems i made and tell me what i shouldn't do? Much appreciated.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:14 pm
Hey wassup Kuro-san!
I won't mind giving you a couple of pointers bud.
How to RP better:
Well first and foremost, when role-playing you can't just act like the character, you must be the character. Put yourself in the shoes of your RPC (role play character) like a first person shooter. You need to play every detail like a movie or an anime in your mind and when you write, note down every detail that you can. You should pretend like your character is in an anime and the viewers of the anime are the readers. This will make your post more realistic and really make you feel like you are your character.
How to make long post while staying within the rules:
One important thing is detail. Details to your surroundings, details to the way your character feels, details to the way your character responds and attacks. Adding detail will not only lengthen your post but make it one hundred percent funner to read. Another technique that I seen a lot of people utilize, especially Sado, is using flashbacks, but for now i will just show you how to build better RP sentences. Take this for example...
Bad RP:
It was cold outside. Ichigo hated the cold. He thought back to a time when it was cold and it brought back bad memories.
Good RP:
The winter's wind swept harshly over the snow drenched forest chilling the bones of all who were unlucky enough to feel it. Ichigo shivered as he held on to himself and uttered a low curse as he stomped his way through the foot high snow. As he continued to push forward, the frightful cold stir up memories of the past Ichigo would have rather forgotten about his father's tragic snowmobile death. He shook his head as he continued to traverse the forestland, leaving large boot prints with each step he took.
That's just something to wet the whistle and let you know what we're looking for.
How to stay within the rules. The Commandments of RP:
Thou shall not control other characters.
Thou shall not auto-hit characters. (Auto-hit means making it so that your opponent automatically gets hit by an attack. Some guilds allow exceptions to this rule. The only exception to the rule in this guild is when a character extremely over powers another by stats.)
Thou shall not post one liners. (Do it and I swear to God we will talk about you and hurt you feelings.)
Thou shall not be God. (This means if you get put in a position where you could not block or dodge an attack, you take the attack like a true RPer. Try to be realistic. If theres no way you could have seen an attack coming you just have to take it.)
Thou shall not post out of character speech without barracks unless thou is in an OOC (out of character) Thread.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 3:36 am
alright, if thats all, i can handle that. thanks for the lesson Izuru-sensei. I've just become a beast of a RPer. Sorry again for the bad posts. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:25 am
 Saratoshi Sensei "Learn well if you wish to be known."=========================== Saratoshi walked into an empty classroom and stared. Where did all my chairs go? He thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his light blue hair and looked absently around the classroom. He sighed deeply and set down the book he'd been reading on the way in. I suppose this won't do at all...You never know when a student might arrive. He said to himself lightheartedly. Talking to himself was a habit he found could never break, but it didn't hurt anyone, so he'd long ago stopped trying. He lowered his dark jacket onto the table and loosened his tie. He snapped his fingers as he murmured Easy Button summoning. His fingers sparked at the snap and he opened his hand up to find a bright red button in his palm. He pressed it and instantly desks can chairs appeared in an organized row, filling the classroom. He picked up his book and sat down to read. ============================ Strength: 70/100 Defense: 65/100 Agility: 80/100 Dexterity: 70/100 Endurance: 60/100 Magic: 75/100 Quote: Easy button Summoning Technique: Snapping your fingers, speaking the words, and channeling your magic into your current wishes will result in a bright red button appearing in your hand. Press this button, and your wish will come true. ((this is a made up technique that only this teacher rpc can use.)) ((ooc: Since I am the profile and noob relations mod, I suppose I can take over the classroom (not like a bunch of people use it anyway). If you need to learn how to rp, or even just need a refresher course due to the L&L updates, just check it out here. The way that I have this post set up is called a HUD (heads up display). It is used so that you can see another person's stats and such. This way, you won't have to keep flitting over to their profile to see how much faster or stronger one person is to another. It also gives you another chance to express your style while rping. I'm using the most general HUD to make an example, but feel free to personalize your own.)) To start your learning, you must roleplay entering the classroom as I did.
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