Post by lawliet on Mar 9, 2008 8:16:14 GMT
Username:
Lawliet. ^^
How You Heard About Us:
A certain 'Crazy_is_normal' who neomailed me out of the blue.
Previous Roleplaying Experience:
4-5 years, on and off. Neopets, Gaia.. I saw a reference to WoW in one of the auditions, so I thought I might mention that too. I've also hopped around invision and proboard roleplay forums, the count of which has reached about 20 now, since they keep dying on me.
Roleplay Example:
Note: It's a little old, but I've been off roleplaying for a while, so it's the best I've got. x3
Beneath the deceptively peaceful stars lay LA. Los Angelus, the city of Angels. Yes, angels; and with them, many other things of a far darker persuasion. The city lights mirrored the sky, spread across in every direction, the ugly mountains of civilisation rising up from the centre. Skyscrapers, they called them, even if they were nowhere near the sky.
The heavens were untouchable, in almost every way, far above the pettiness of life. It would always be there, though the pollution of their modern era may hide its glory.
She had preferred humankind a couple hundred years ago, to this disgusting, unfeeling world out there now. There was no -fun- in her games now. People didn’t notice when someone dropped off the face of the planet. And now, what was the fun in that? The 17th century was far better, she believed. The witch-hunts had passion, even if it was all for nothing. There were no witches. There was something far worse.
The glass should have misted when her pale hand pressed itself against the window, the warmth leached from her fingertips. Instead it stayed clear, leaving only smudged fingerprints as she drew her hand away, not bothering to shake away the frosty icing scattered across her skin. The neon sign blinked at her, not so much whispering as screaming at passers-by just to take a peek inside- ignore the bouncers. Yes, she stood outside the famed nightclub, bar and casino rolled into one, though you hardly saw any of them apart, anyhow.
Dark red strands whipped across her face and she cursed, tucking it back into the dark hood that covered her ears and protected the damned snow from falling down her shirt. The mindless, heavy metal music filtered through the door as it swung open and shut, people slowly filing their way into another night of dancing, laughter, and wasting their money on the rigged machines. She was almost tempted to join them, to throw sanity to the wind and join the press of bodies in the suffocating atmosphere. Almost.
Such a person like Lolitia Marcielle was certainly above that. Only the young, the naïve, and the lost needed such a place. A smile touched her eyes as she stared at the window, and remembering that alcohol in the bloodstream ruined the taste. It was rather annoying, come to think about it. Her eyes darkened, the iris melding with the pupil. Many things were annoying her of present. The clans grieved as one with the loss of the first elder, a murder that should never have taken place. What had driven them to such an act? Again, as one, the clans had fallen upon the Ravnos, wiping their mocking faces from sight. Perhaps a few had survived the slaughter, but they stayed low, only to resurface when their treachery had been forgotten.
And like a pack of wolves, the clans had then fallen upon each other, rending and tearing to become the dominant clan. Nobody was here to keep the peace between fragile treaties, alliances built upon sand. Rather than sink, they had shattered.
The sign blinked out, bringing the vampire out of her dark thoughts. Humans brushed past her, too caught up in their own insignificant lives. A flash in the storm, a single heartbeat, and they were gone, dust in the wind. What did they know about anything? Nothing, nothing at all… Meals on wheels, and they served their purpose.
Her high heels slowly became buried underneath the dirty snow, her mind picking up and discarding strategies on how best to survive the newest Extermination process. The witch-hunt had been interesting, but times change, and the wheels turn.
Lawliet. ^^
How You Heard About Us:
A certain 'Crazy_is_normal' who neomailed me out of the blue.
Previous Roleplaying Experience:
4-5 years, on and off. Neopets, Gaia.. I saw a reference to WoW in one of the auditions, so I thought I might mention that too. I've also hopped around invision and proboard roleplay forums, the count of which has reached about 20 now, since they keep dying on me.
Roleplay Example:
Note: It's a little old, but I've been off roleplaying for a while, so it's the best I've got. x3
Beneath the deceptively peaceful stars lay LA. Los Angelus, the city of Angels. Yes, angels; and with them, many other things of a far darker persuasion. The city lights mirrored the sky, spread across in every direction, the ugly mountains of civilisation rising up from the centre. Skyscrapers, they called them, even if they were nowhere near the sky.
The heavens were untouchable, in almost every way, far above the pettiness of life. It would always be there, though the pollution of their modern era may hide its glory.
She had preferred humankind a couple hundred years ago, to this disgusting, unfeeling world out there now. There was no -fun- in her games now. People didn’t notice when someone dropped off the face of the planet. And now, what was the fun in that? The 17th century was far better, she believed. The witch-hunts had passion, even if it was all for nothing. There were no witches. There was something far worse.
The glass should have misted when her pale hand pressed itself against the window, the warmth leached from her fingertips. Instead it stayed clear, leaving only smudged fingerprints as she drew her hand away, not bothering to shake away the frosty icing scattered across her skin. The neon sign blinked at her, not so much whispering as screaming at passers-by just to take a peek inside- ignore the bouncers. Yes, she stood outside the famed nightclub, bar and casino rolled into one, though you hardly saw any of them apart, anyhow.
Dark red strands whipped across her face and she cursed, tucking it back into the dark hood that covered her ears and protected the damned snow from falling down her shirt. The mindless, heavy metal music filtered through the door as it swung open and shut, people slowly filing their way into another night of dancing, laughter, and wasting their money on the rigged machines. She was almost tempted to join them, to throw sanity to the wind and join the press of bodies in the suffocating atmosphere. Almost.
Such a person like Lolitia Marcielle was certainly above that. Only the young, the naïve, and the lost needed such a place. A smile touched her eyes as she stared at the window, and remembering that alcohol in the bloodstream ruined the taste. It was rather annoying, come to think about it. Her eyes darkened, the iris melding with the pupil. Many things were annoying her of present. The clans grieved as one with the loss of the first elder, a murder that should never have taken place. What had driven them to such an act? Again, as one, the clans had fallen upon the Ravnos, wiping their mocking faces from sight. Perhaps a few had survived the slaughter, but they stayed low, only to resurface when their treachery had been forgotten.
And like a pack of wolves, the clans had then fallen upon each other, rending and tearing to become the dominant clan. Nobody was here to keep the peace between fragile treaties, alliances built upon sand. Rather than sink, they had shattered.
The sign blinked out, bringing the vampire out of her dark thoughts. Humans brushed past her, too caught up in their own insignificant lives. A flash in the storm, a single heartbeat, and they were gone, dust in the wind. What did they know about anything? Nothing, nothing at all… Meals on wheels, and they served their purpose.
Her high heels slowly became buried underneath the dirty snow, her mind picking up and discarding strategies on how best to survive the newest Extermination process. The witch-hunt had been interesting, but times change, and the wheels turn.
