Post by Elyssa on Apr 12, 2010 8:18:54 GMT -5
Name: Elyssa. Nessie. Nessa Rose. Ect.
Age: Trzynascie
Experience: OKAY. This is take dwa on this site. Becauseeee.. I can't even remember anymore. But yes. I look back now. And I see my fail. And I go 'oh dear god'. A-And sob. ANYWAY. I have.. increased in writing skill, I suppose. I've been roleplaying for abouttt three years. And writing for... I dunno.
;A;
btw Tsub. Just so you know. You are the cause of my Hetalia addiction. I hope you're happy. ;n;
How you found us: A long time ago, back when I was a fag, I was brought here via Neopets advertisement.
Role play Sample:
Amazing what things you hear at night. The scratching of branches outside melt into the claws of some foul creature waiting to crawl through your window.
The creaky floorboards in the hall were now the footsteps of a vampiric monster approaching.
The closet to your right is now the home to the Alp--
Oh God the Alp.
A young boy pulled himself from his blankets, shivering as the cold wooden floor came into contact with his feet. But he was set on his mission to get out of the room, frozen floorboards or not.
Ymant was of a small stature, only being a six year old, and the shadows of the hall danced about, candles sending them bouncing around him. Small imps with sharp claws climbed over the floor, making no sound and leaving the poor boy to imagine their noise instead.
Frowning, the small blond child pushed open his older brother's bedroom door, standing on tiptoe to keep quiet.
But not quiet enough, for he saw his brother stir, then sit up. After about five minutes of watching the other blond slowly realize him standing in the doorway. Andryvs looked over his brother, blinking.
"Ymant, what are you doing up?" whispered the older boy.
The Livonian frowned at his brother, attempting to figure out something to say that wouldn't seem too entirely childish.
Surely if Gilbert were to see him going into his brother's room because he was possibly slightly afraid, The albino would probably laugh at him.
Andryvs rubbed at his eye, untangling himself from his blankets and getting up. Thunder cracked outside, causing the older blond to flinch and put on a nervous smile.
Muttering the words 'it's cold' repeatedly as he skipped over to his younger brother, the Latgalian smiled and kneeled in front of Ymant, who just stared at him, while attempting to look apathetic, even though he knew even his rather oblivious sibling could see that he was upset.
"Are you scared of the storm, little brother?" He questioned, a grin spreading across his face that was seen even in the dark.
Ymant reached out and shoved his brother in reply.
The ten year old laughed under his breath, gripping the younger child's hand and pulling him back over to his bed, mumbling something over the fact it wasn't a bad thing to be scared of something.
Andryvs pulled his brother onto his bed, after a slight struggle to get enough to strength to do so.
Just as he was pulling a blanket over the two of them another set of thunder clapped.
Although he didn't want to seem scared, the Livonian grabbed at his brother's shirt, making sure he wouldn't roll away while he was sleeping, and closed his eyes.
"It's okay to be scared brother."
"Shut up."
He said: Hold the telegram. But then she said no you can just answer the damn telegram. And he said betch just hold the telegram--- I'll stop.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, more or less, this is just to show I'm back from... Things and such. And I've improved. I think. ;A;
AAAAAAAAAAAND I'm not the fag I used to be. so. When said in done, you can basically ignore this ffftgfdngh.
btw that sample was really really really bad. ;AAAAAA;
Age: Trzynascie
Experience: OKAY. This is take dwa on this site. Becauseeee.. I can't even remember anymore. But yes. I look back now. And I see my fail. And I go 'oh dear god'. A-And sob. ANYWAY. I have.. increased in writing skill, I suppose. I've been roleplaying for abouttt three years. And writing for... I dunno.
;A;
btw Tsub. Just so you know. You are the cause of my Hetalia addiction. I hope you're happy. ;n;
How you found us: A long time ago, back when I was a fag, I was brought here via Neopets advertisement.
Role play Sample:
Amazing what things you hear at night. The scratching of branches outside melt into the claws of some foul creature waiting to crawl through your window.
The creaky floorboards in the hall were now the footsteps of a vampiric monster approaching.
The closet to your right is now the home to the Alp--
Oh God the Alp.
A young boy pulled himself from his blankets, shivering as the cold wooden floor came into contact with his feet. But he was set on his mission to get out of the room, frozen floorboards or not.
Ymant was of a small stature, only being a six year old, and the shadows of the hall danced about, candles sending them bouncing around him. Small imps with sharp claws climbed over the floor, making no sound and leaving the poor boy to imagine their noise instead.
Frowning, the small blond child pushed open his older brother's bedroom door, standing on tiptoe to keep quiet.
But not quiet enough, for he saw his brother stir, then sit up. After about five minutes of watching the other blond slowly realize him standing in the doorway. Andryvs looked over his brother, blinking.
"Ymant, what are you doing up?" whispered the older boy.
The Livonian frowned at his brother, attempting to figure out something to say that wouldn't seem too entirely childish.
Surely if Gilbert were to see him going into his brother's room because he was possibly slightly afraid, The albino would probably laugh at him.
Andryvs rubbed at his eye, untangling himself from his blankets and getting up. Thunder cracked outside, causing the older blond to flinch and put on a nervous smile.
Muttering the words 'it's cold' repeatedly as he skipped over to his younger brother, the Latgalian smiled and kneeled in front of Ymant, who just stared at him, while attempting to look apathetic, even though he knew even his rather oblivious sibling could see that he was upset.
"Are you scared of the storm, little brother?" He questioned, a grin spreading across his face that was seen even in the dark.
Ymant reached out and shoved his brother in reply.
The ten year old laughed under his breath, gripping the younger child's hand and pulling him back over to his bed, mumbling something over the fact it wasn't a bad thing to be scared of something.
Andryvs pulled his brother onto his bed, after a slight struggle to get enough to strength to do so.
Just as he was pulling a blanket over the two of them another set of thunder clapped.
Although he didn't want to seem scared, the Livonian grabbed at his brother's shirt, making sure he wouldn't roll away while he was sleeping, and closed his eyes.
"It's okay to be scared brother."
"Shut up."
He said: Hold the telegram. But then she said no you can just answer the damn telegram. And he said betch just hold the telegram--- I'll stop.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, more or less, this is just to show I'm back from... Things and such. And I've improved. I think. ;A;
AAAAAAAAAAAND I'm not the fag I used to be. so. When said in done, you can basically ignore this ffftgfdngh.
btw that sample was really really really bad. ;AAAAAA;
