Post by isabella on Feb 15, 2008 21:10:13 GMT
Username: Isabella
How You Heard About Us: I heard from you on Neopets.
Previous Roleplaying Experience: Neopets, proboards, and domains.
Roleplay Example:
{{{There came a time when even the purest of heart could be tempted; there was a time when those whose souls were blissfully white could be drawn down the path of wickedness. The temptations that had so long been resisted appeared crucial to one's own existence, tugging at one's mind until it was driven mad with longing.
In a time in which all evil bared its fangs, Exer could bear the temptations no more; fairly young for an immortal, his muddled mind had let him slip into eternal Darkness. Exer was a tall creature, which looked much like a teenager to casual passer-by; he appeared no older than nineteen, with a youthful face and body.
His pale blonde hair was long, grown longer in the past few weeks so that it often tickled his nose. His faded jeans hung loosely on his thin frame, a black jacket tugged tightly around his body. His mind had a tendency to wander, and convince him to do irrational things; this was only tolerated because of his youth, and the fact that he still retained vague healing powers. He blended in with passer-by.
However, his dark gaze was drawn upwards - not towards the heavens, but towards the rooftop of a building. Even from where he treaded upon the street below, he could sense an immortal presence. Since his transformation had begun, his senses had become heightened through the pain. Gritting his teeth, he moved towards the Fletcher Building.
Somewhat irritably, Exer wished that he could float to the top of the building and shock the immortal. Most of the older Demons (and Angels, for that matter) viewed him as a being with no regard for what the mortals around him might think. Upon reflection, the fallen angel determined that they were probably right, but this imagined injustice still grated upon his nerves.
He entered the revolving doors quickly and pushed his way through a small group of tourists, furiously pushing a button to summon the elevator. Idly, he considered causing the elevator to plummet, but that might endanger his own self and he was rather fond of his unsinged body. Slowly, one by one the elevator emptied, and he found himself on the top floor.
Ding, ding.
The doors of the elevator slid open, and he managed to sulkily slink his way towards the immortal awaiting his arrival. Half-frowning to himself, Exer stood beside her and looked down below without a trace of fear in his deep blue eyes. "Nice view," He said cockily, watching her and waiting.}}}
Note: This is the genre of a Demon Roleplay.
How You Heard About Us: I heard from you on Neopets.
Previous Roleplaying Experience: Neopets, proboards, and domains.
Roleplay Example:
{{{There came a time when even the purest of heart could be tempted; there was a time when those whose souls were blissfully white could be drawn down the path of wickedness. The temptations that had so long been resisted appeared crucial to one's own existence, tugging at one's mind until it was driven mad with longing.
In a time in which all evil bared its fangs, Exer could bear the temptations no more; fairly young for an immortal, his muddled mind had let him slip into eternal Darkness. Exer was a tall creature, which looked much like a teenager to casual passer-by; he appeared no older than nineteen, with a youthful face and body.
His pale blonde hair was long, grown longer in the past few weeks so that it often tickled his nose. His faded jeans hung loosely on his thin frame, a black jacket tugged tightly around his body. His mind had a tendency to wander, and convince him to do irrational things; this was only tolerated because of his youth, and the fact that he still retained vague healing powers. He blended in with passer-by.
However, his dark gaze was drawn upwards - not towards the heavens, but towards the rooftop of a building. Even from where he treaded upon the street below, he could sense an immortal presence. Since his transformation had begun, his senses had become heightened through the pain. Gritting his teeth, he moved towards the Fletcher Building.
Somewhat irritably, Exer wished that he could float to the top of the building and shock the immortal. Most of the older Demons (and Angels, for that matter) viewed him as a being with no regard for what the mortals around him might think. Upon reflection, the fallen angel determined that they were probably right, but this imagined injustice still grated upon his nerves.
He entered the revolving doors quickly and pushed his way through a small group of tourists, furiously pushing a button to summon the elevator. Idly, he considered causing the elevator to plummet, but that might endanger his own self and he was rather fond of his unsinged body. Slowly, one by one the elevator emptied, and he found himself on the top floor.
Ding, ding.
The doors of the elevator slid open, and he managed to sulkily slink his way towards the immortal awaiting his arrival. Half-frowning to himself, Exer stood beside her and looked down below without a trace of fear in his deep blue eyes. "Nice view," He said cockily, watching her and waiting.}}}
Note: This is the genre of a Demon Roleplay.
