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Alright, welcome to my first post. This is basically going to be a look at my roleplaying samples which will be constantly updated as I continue to roleplay through out my time on Gaia. I would set up a forum post, but I cant be bothered. Anyway, enjoy.
Example 1.
Akihiro Kamiya took three steps away from the bus and onto the pavement before it sped away along the quiet country road. The boy found himself looking upon his new school. It was a boarding school, and quite an odd one to say the least, but it didn't matter. All Akihiro had heard were rumours regarding odd practices, but nothing out of the ordinary. With that in mind, the boy walked on. Akihiro, or often Aki as he preferred to be called, wasn't exactly masculine, but rather more feminine. He had a slightly less than average build, and a somewhat feminine face. Ice blue eyes, fair skin, and medium length brown hair that framed his face. He was dressed in a black suit, white long sleeve shirt with the top button on, and no tie. Apparently Aki's father had told him to make a good impression, though while wearing a tie, he would have been a little choked while walking. Little nooses was what Aki called ties when ever he thought of them.
Shaking his feelings aside, and walking on with his suitcases towards the main reception; Aki started to wonder what his life was going to be like at a new school. He was over a hundred miles away from his family his friends, and his ex-girlfriend which was quite frankly a bonus. He had been given a pre-paid cash card to spend on essentials and anything he needed. It would be nice to spend some of it on himself, so he'd have to wait and see how things went with the budget and on food for lunch.
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Example 2
Len sat upon his throne, his fingers, gloved by opera length white gloves continued to tap the same 5 beat rythm as he sat there. Ice blue eyes stair out into the empty courtroom. His pale skin and feminine face framed by long brunette locks at the front, and at the back it was even longer, Len's hair reaching out down past his shoulders. Len was different, he was the prince of his kingdom, and yet he had more in common with a princess. The royal Prince Len Higgins the 4th was in fact a crossdresser, and some, including his parents saw that as a weakness, though Len himself saw that as a choice he made, and no one else.
He was sitting on a dark oak throne dressed in a long pink gown with puffed shoulders. Underneath he wore lace stockings, and a pair of flats to match his gown. A light amount of blush, eye liner and eye shadow, and lipstick helped the young prince complete the look he was hoping for, and now, Len was simply waiting for something to do. This was the problem of being a Prince, or a princess as some saw him, whenever he wanted to do something he would have to be prepared to face the consequences of his subjects. Sometimes Len wished for a better life, an easier yet more exciting life.
Unfortunately, he knew that, as heir to the throne, he would have give his dreams up, his aspirations for something better would be dashed and quite literally thrown out the window in regards to some of the books he had written. Each of them adventures where his imagination took him to far off worlds. He knew that when the time would come, then they would be chucked away and into a furnace by his father
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Example 3
A new day a new start, Alexander, or Alex as he preferred to be called, sat upon the bus and watched the world go by. He was coming to a new school, and the journey ride from his home city to the new school. Almost 100 miles, and a 2 hour journey from one point to another. It sucked, and with the power cutting out on the MP3 player and no book to read he was completely bored out of his mind. His brown eyes glanced out to the world passing by, and his bus stop was coming up. Alex clicked the get off button and he got up, collecting his items.
He had stepped off the bus with two suitcases in his hands, and a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. He had been looking forward to the new school for some time, and a chance to get away from his family and his ex girlfriend was too good to miss. He needed to make a good example, and his white shirt, black trousers and black jacket was the best way to make just that. Alex walked on and towards the main reception, looking around wondering why there weren't many students out, but it slowly dawned on him that they were all in lessons. At least it was quiet enough for him to get on and sign in, and set up his dorm room.
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Example 4
With a confident step through the grounds, Alexander, or Alex as he was often called looked upon the school grounds of Victorian Academy. His jade green eyes scanned the grounds for anyone near by, but at the moment he was alone which was a little odd. He continued his walk, bag slung over his shoulder, a suitcase full of clothes in each hand, and a large obsidian scythe on his back. His high heel boots and skirt flowed in the wind. Yes, Alex wore a skirt, he wore girls clothing all the time. Apart from a few socks and shoes that he could find to fit him, his suitcases were full of girls clothing. He didn't care what people thought of him, he shrugged it off and walked on, enjoying the brisk cool breeze.
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Example 5
It was a big day for Alexander, not only had he just turned 18, but he was moving out, and getting out on his own. Well, he wouldn't be on his own. Under advisement from his family, and his friends parents; Alexander was going out to buy his own slave. He found himself curious to know the different types available, as until now, he hadn't known much about the slave trade. He usually just kept to himself while living with his parents. Now it was a time of having fun on his own accord, and taking care of his own business. It was almost a right of passage for the members of the Kolm family, create an identity, and go out to the world and last as long as possible.
Alexander had certainly created an identity for himself, no one disputed that. Despite being 18 years of age, the heir of a wealthy family fortune didn't look it, he looked more like a fifteen year old girl than an 18 year old boy. It wasn't easy, and he often got bullied because of that fact, yet it didn't stop him, he was adamant in living his own life. He looked like a girl, so in Alexander's own eyes, he felt he should dress like a girl, and since he turned 13 he had been. Dresses, skirts, blouses; all were provided. His parents didn't care, they encouraged his sense of individuality and allowed him to flourish in his own world. So there he was, sat in an outfit that was suitable to be worn at Christmas, in a flash limousine on his way to the local slave house with two of his bodyguards.
His wide eyes looked out the window as they travelled. Alexander was excited for this, his body was shaking, his nerves were on edge. He did have every right to be though, he was purchasing a new slave, and that was cause enough to be nervous. Sometimes things went wrong, Alexander had read newspaper articles about slaves that sometimes killed their masters. Perhaps Alexander would be lucky, he'd need to find a slave that wasn't like the others. That was fun to be around, and not a complete pushover. Those were the qualities Alexander wanted, someone to have around and to be open and honest with. That, and a slave that was cute enough to dress up.
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Example 6
How long did a Sunday usually last? That was the one question going through Kolm's mind as he waited for the right time. The fact of the matter was, Kolm was standing outside the house of a rather wealthy noble-woman. His plan was to get in, find some food and some other valuable items that he could pass off and sell. Finally it was the evening, and the lady was leaving her houe. 'Abut time' Kolm thought as he hid out of sight from the passing public before jumping the fence. It was a dangerous job, and one false move would give him a painful spike anywhere in his body, the worse being the key point in the male anatomy. That was the wrong thought, he shook it off and with a bound, he jumped from the fence and landed with a bit of a squelch in the mud. A night of rain could do that, but it didn't stop Kolm, he hid in the bushes and rushed over towards the nearest window and pryed it open.
The insides were actually rather beautiful, though Kolm didn't know much about the decorations of a home. He lived on the streets in the alley ways, using what ever he had at hand to keep himself warm. At the moment it was a case of blue jacket, trousers, white t shirt and scarf. It wasn't the same style as most people in the city, the matter of the fact was that he survived on the clothing donated by people that had passed away. Rather grim, most of the workers died on building the iron bridges. That was bad enough considering that some of the more upper class people died and their clothing went to be sold. "Some people dont know what they have until they die." Kolm said to himself and made his way upstairs towards the bedrooms, hoping to find some things that would be worth something in his eyes.
Kolm searched through music boxes and jewellry boxes. Most of it was pieces of silver chain, but there were a few pearls from what Kolm could gather. Each of them must have been worth a few pennies, if not enough to earn himself a stay in a hotel. There he saw it, a ruby the size of a baby's fist. If he sold it on, then that could feed him and some of the kids on the street for a month. Yes he was stealing from a wealthy woman, he didn't know how she came to come of it. The ruby might have been a family heirloom, or from a former husband or lover. Either way, if Kolm was caught then he would be sent to the gallows and hung. He was doing this for his extended family, all the kids on the street who needed something to eat. It was worth the risk, just to get the reward.
With sunday shops closing at this time, Kolm would have to wait to sell what he had, so made his way down towards the kitchen. He could find something in the kitchens. He crept down the stairs, unaware that he was trailing mud. Kolm didn't realise that and he just kept going on. The kitchen, again was well furnished and well stocked. Bread, cheese, lots of booze and milk. It would be more than enough to feed them for a few nights. "This should be more than enough to take back with me." Kolm said to himself as he bundled it all on the nearest table.
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Example 7
Ashley was relaxed and taking a break from her normal routine; hacking from remote terminals and going into SYSTEM to have some fun. The young girl, eighteen years of age was known by another name: Slipstream. It might have sounded like a cheesy name from the Transformers toy series and comic books, yet considering what Ashley did, it was somewhat fitting. The coffee shop she resided in at that time was busy, she had been fortunate to find a free space to dive in. Comfortable at what she was wearing, a pair of fitted jeans, t shirt, even a pair of emerald green gloves and goggles to match her eyes. She enjoyed cyberpunk culture, it was what helped her get into the hobby of hacking, and diving into the networks around the world. Everywhere Ashley went, the name Slipstream was passed along. The hacker was a phenomenon, globally known for digging up secrets and publishing them to the public eye. Looking up to the camera in front of her, she waited to be scanned in, though she still had to block the picture of her being added to her account.
Brushing the brown hair from her face, Ashley keyed in her log in details and password before diving into SYSTEM and beginning her dive. My god it was fun. There were dangers of course, rumours had been spreading around that data analysts were being hired to track Ashley through System. Still, she downloaded herself into the avatar created and dived once again.
SYSTEM was unique, the first game that allowed people to create and completely take control of an avatar without worrying about hand-held controllers. The mind moved the avatar, and everyone was unique. Ashley took a form completely different than her real life style. In real life Ashley took the cyberpunk genre seriously while in SYSTEM she used looks that were considered lolita and Gothic. Her avatar wore long black boots, a black bell dress with a layered corset and lace up arm warmers. The avatar's face had a pale complexion with black make up and wavy black hair. In truth Ashley would like to try the look out in real life if given the chance and had the money available, but that was for another day. In the future she'd get the chance. ”Now, let us see what SYSTEM has to offer. What dirty little secrets could I gleam?” she asked herself, though her real body made no sound, her avatar did, and that was the beauty of it.
Slipstream dived into the game, her avatar touching down amongst many others. She needed to find her own way of getting through to the SYSTEM archives and tapping into the personnel lists. Well the first thing to try was to look into the moderators that were online, and more than three hundred of the workers in SYSTEM payroll were all gathered in the same place. Fountain lodge was the music bar catered to everyone. Unless invited, each Avatar could listen to any song in the world, and Ashley had her own favourite.
She was on a runaway train, and was ready to jump before a crash to get what she needed.
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Example 8
It was a full moon, and amongst the woods, Romania was beautiful, and despite work getting in the way, perhaps when everything was said and done, Ashley would take her time to explore, and observe the natural beauty that the woods and country had to offer. Midnight was approaching, and Ashley needed to move quickly. She got out of her car, the deep crimson paint only just stood out in the darkness, the lights from the inside illuminating a short distance around the area. It revealed Ashley's attire; a pair of jeans, knee high leather combat boots, a bullet proof kevlar vest and a long leather trenchcoat obscuring a pair of holsters, both carrying a pair of 9mm handguns loaded with silver bullets and a falchion strapped to her back. Ashley Carmine was a vampire hunter, and was going after her next big kill. Quarter of a million for a single vampire, though apparently this one was an ancient, a Countess that had lived for over five hundred years.
"Amazing, so much money for a single vampire." Ashley said to herself with a calm, but anxious voice, ready for the fight to come. She flicked her long blonde hair up and over her trenchcoat and drew her sword.
The air sweapt by her, the night and full moon invigorating her. She shut the car door, the lights dimming and her crystal blue eyes and fair skin watched the car lock up. If anything happened to the vampire hunter, then she would leave the car to her cousin in England. He always wanted this car, and was turning twenty-one soon. He was four years her junior and always loved it.
Forgetting her family, and focusing on the objectives at hand, and the attempt to kill the vampire. Ashley walked down the pathway, it must have been raining, the mud felt like sludge beneath her boots, and the air was still wet, water dripping from the trees and yet there was not a cloud in the sky to suggest the recent amount of rainfall. She walked on, the owls hooting in the air, flutterings of birds coming out from the trees and it was somewhat unnerving, even for a vampire hunter. She was trained to deal with those that were considered powerful and some of the strongest creatures to be mentioned in literature and history. Thankfully some vampires featured in literature were somewhat over the top, and sometimes when vampires sparkled, it did mean that they were in the sunlight, but then, the burn. It always brought a chuckle to Ashley's lips when she first found that fact out.
Shaking the thoughts of owls and birds and sparkling vampires from her mind, Ashley walked on, and steeled herself as she looked upon the steps of the castle. It was incredible, and the architecture would make an interesting winter home for any lover of Gothic styles. She walked up the steps, and with a push, she forced the heavy oak door, and walked through into a large, dark recieving room. "Alright Countess, reveal yourself." Ashley called out with her falchion gripped tightly, and her other hand was reaching for a pistol.
 Sanguine-Spear · Fri Feb 25, 2011 @ 07:37pm · 0 Comments |
