Post by firekeaton on Feb 18, 2008 19:29:50 GMT
Username: Firekeaton
How You Heard About Us: I have been playing on neopets for years, and I have also been to three other different probored sites.
Previous Role playing Experience: I have loved role playing since the first day I tried. I have come up with numerous plots and story's, but can't seem to make a site of my own. I have 6 characters, but I only use two of them at a time. I am really looking forward to this.
Roleplay Example: I am glad it cannot happen again, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, a burden too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, they are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one it so easilly bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. Today, wrapped in the armor of approaching middle age,the infinitesimal pricks day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then, ho a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over the shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal.The adult mind can lie without troubled conscious, and a gay composure, but in those but in those days, even a small deception scored the tongue lashing one against the stake itself. Love, one horrid, traumatizing face, that you can't escape, but at the same moment, wish it no never end.
How You Heard About Us: I have been playing on neopets for years, and I have also been to three other different probored sites.
Previous Role playing Experience: I have loved role playing since the first day I tried. I have come up with numerous plots and story's, but can't seem to make a site of my own. I have 6 characters, but I only use two of them at a time. I am really looking forward to this.
Roleplay Example: I am glad it cannot happen again, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, a burden too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, they are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one it so easilly bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. Today, wrapped in the armor of approaching middle age,the infinitesimal pricks day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then, ho a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over the shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal.The adult mind can lie without troubled conscious, and a gay composure, but in those but in those days, even a small deception scored the tongue lashing one against the stake itself. Love, one horrid, traumatizing face, that you can't escape, but at the same moment, wish it no never end.
