Post by Zachariah on Feb 19, 2008 23:10:58 GMT
Username: Drakon
How you heard about us: Told on Neopets by one "crazy_is_normal" and came here after a brief character rehash.
Previous roleplaying experience: Many years of Roleplaying on Neopets, a few years on World of Warcraft, and one few-month stint on a Harry Potter forum.
If the example isn't passable, you tell me what I need to do to improve it, and I'll resubmit another, more improved one at a later time.
Roleplay example:
The quiet, tranquil setting of the forest was broken by the sounds of laughter and hurried running. A harried figure tripped just before he reached the dirt road, falling on his face with, oddly enough, a satisfied smirk. He was pale, it was clear, though there was something odd about the shadows on his face that couldn't be identified too well in the dark. The man stood up, straightening out his short, messy, somewhat dirty black hair and dusting off his simple black robe. Dark green eyes spotted lights in the distance, taking this to be a village he began to walk hurriedly towards it, ignoring the long strings and combinations swears and mingled shouting behind him. "Another awkward escape by the great Zachariah. This'll be the death of me one day, hopefully." He muttered under his breath.
He made his way as quickly as he could to the nearest tavern, needing a drink and somewhere to sit after, once again, nearly getting pummeled, stabbed, robbed, or otherwise inconvenienced. Zachariah was waiting for the day he questioned why he bothered, when he got a bit more mature. Only twenty, he figured he had plenty of time. Zachariah had made a reputation for himself across the land, and it always seemed to catch up with him at one point or another. Why were so many people after him? At that point, it was various reasons. He listened in to the wrong scheme, stole when he was positive nobody was looking, or simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Whatever the reasons, he found himself back in an inn once more, looking to relax before setting out again. Stepping into the light, it became clear what was so odd about his face; there were no shadows, it was a tattoo. Large, crisscrossing rectangular lines covered his face, encircling and ultimately going down his neck to cover, presumably, the rest of his body.
He sat down at a table near the entrance, always ready to slip out, and took out a dirty, bloodstained leather book. The dark leather had faded golden words embroidered on the cover, worn down to illegibility. Zachariah opened it, flipping through it. There were odd illustrations of demonic figures, evil-looking human-like creatures, archaic-looking staves, and a wide array of strange symbols and diagrams. “This will sell for quite a pretty little coin, I wager...” He said to himself.
Putting the book back into a leather satchel hanging from the red cord around his waist, he sit back in his chair and stretched out. Some well-deserved relaxation was in order, for tomorrow will hold just another escapee, another inn, and more creative use of swears.
How you heard about us: Told on Neopets by one "crazy_is_normal" and came here after a brief character rehash.
Previous roleplaying experience: Many years of Roleplaying on Neopets, a few years on World of Warcraft, and one few-month stint on a Harry Potter forum.
If the example isn't passable, you tell me what I need to do to improve it, and I'll resubmit another, more improved one at a later time.
Roleplay example:
The quiet, tranquil setting of the forest was broken by the sounds of laughter and hurried running. A harried figure tripped just before he reached the dirt road, falling on his face with, oddly enough, a satisfied smirk. He was pale, it was clear, though there was something odd about the shadows on his face that couldn't be identified too well in the dark. The man stood up, straightening out his short, messy, somewhat dirty black hair and dusting off his simple black robe. Dark green eyes spotted lights in the distance, taking this to be a village he began to walk hurriedly towards it, ignoring the long strings and combinations swears and mingled shouting behind him. "Another awkward escape by the great Zachariah. This'll be the death of me one day, hopefully." He muttered under his breath.
He made his way as quickly as he could to the nearest tavern, needing a drink and somewhere to sit after, once again, nearly getting pummeled, stabbed, robbed, or otherwise inconvenienced. Zachariah was waiting for the day he questioned why he bothered, when he got a bit more mature. Only twenty, he figured he had plenty of time. Zachariah had made a reputation for himself across the land, and it always seemed to catch up with him at one point or another. Why were so many people after him? At that point, it was various reasons. He listened in to the wrong scheme, stole when he was positive nobody was looking, or simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Whatever the reasons, he found himself back in an inn once more, looking to relax before setting out again. Stepping into the light, it became clear what was so odd about his face; there were no shadows, it was a tattoo. Large, crisscrossing rectangular lines covered his face, encircling and ultimately going down his neck to cover, presumably, the rest of his body.
He sat down at a table near the entrance, always ready to slip out, and took out a dirty, bloodstained leather book. The dark leather had faded golden words embroidered on the cover, worn down to illegibility. Zachariah opened it, flipping through it. There were odd illustrations of demonic figures, evil-looking human-like creatures, archaic-looking staves, and a wide array of strange symbols and diagrams. “This will sell for quite a pretty little coin, I wager...” He said to himself.
Putting the book back into a leather satchel hanging from the red cord around his waist, he sit back in his chair and stretched out. Some well-deserved relaxation was in order, for tomorrow will hold just another escapee, another inn, and more creative use of swears.
