Post by kitsuna on Jan 6, 2008 18:45:43 GMT -5
... xD Not really.
Name: I have many names! …. My real-life nickname is Chris. But Kitsu, Kitsuna, Siku, or Ice work just as well. ^^
Age: Somewhere in my teens, but around eight at heart.
Experience: Ooh … Ummmmn … I THINK I started role-playing when I was either twelve or thirteen. I also joined my first forum at thirteen and have been at three forums up to this point. I even started my own, which doesn’t have any members yet … Mostly because the plot itself is still under major construction. I write /some/ fanfiction, as well.
I consider myself lingering on the line between Semi-literate and literate. Or, in other words I’m “just literate enough”
Quite prone to writers block and sudden bursts of inspiration, I may write a long reply one day and a shorter one another day. But I always go for a decently sized reply.
Also, just a heads up, I’ve never done a boarding school roleplay. Ever. So, I’m going to be unsteady for a while until I get used to it. >>
How you found us: A little birdy called the Neo Roleplaying Board told me.
Role play Sample:
"Brother! Brother!"
A grumble came from a mess of scattered sheets and pillows as a slender form moved gently behind them before becoming still. Feminine lips frowned softly as this form refused to move beyond a twitch or a sigh.
"Brother, wake up. We’re going to be late for the competition again. Remember what Pachette said." She reminded gently, referring to a rather boastful merchant they shared a caravan with.
No reply. Frown deepening, Aasimah shook the groggy outline of her older sibling, hoping to get a better result with physical contact. The boy merely wriggled away from her touch, refusing to make a single move to get up from the comforting warmth of cotton sheets. Always the hot-headed, stubborn one. Aasimah sighed in defeat and moved back a few steps to stare at him in frustration.
"Alright. I'll wake you up after the competition. But don't whine about who we get as a hired hand afterwards." She warned him idly, walking out the door and closing it behind her. Aasimah leaned up against the door, running petite fingers through side swept light brown bangs. She wiped away the light sheen of sweat that had formed on her brow, moving her hand down to stare at the light droplets that moistened her palm.
"Aasimah!"
The adolescent glanced curiously down the hall, watching as a woman made her way towards the girl. Her hair was ebony, grey thread woven into the fine strands from age and stress. Even with the woman’s worn expression, sharp green eyes stared crossly into softer silver-ish brown ones. Aasimah moved back a bit, smiling sheepishly at the woman. Pachette's wife.
"Oh, good morning! I didn't realize you came with your husband this time." She greeted politely, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman.
"You can't keep a good woman down! I may not be young, but still have plenty of fight left in me."
Aasimah smiled meekly, nodding slowly. Realizing she had gotten off-topic in the conversation, the older woman returned to looking at Aasimah somewhat crossly. "Anyway ... What are you still doing here, Aasimah? The competition is to begin shortly."
"I know. I was on my way there right now." Aasimah stated. The woman raised her brow.
"Oh? And where is your brother then?" She inquired, looking passed the girl as she would find him hiding behind his sister. Aasimah's smile faltered just a bit.
"He ... He's busy doing some paperwork and ... reading. He said he would meet me there." She answered sincerely, although she had never been very good at lying.
"Hm .." The woman gave an unconvincing look towards the girl.
"So he's still trying to research all that nonsense about demons?" Nonsense!? Resisting the urge to correct her, Aasimah nodded once.
"Yes, ma'am. He was up all night doing it."
"Tell him he should work less and get more rest. Hurry now." Aasimah nodded and walked passed her, holding back a sigh of relief as she hurried down the stared and out of the Inn.
The bright desert sun warmed her face, as she looked down the road to her destination. She moved quickly, sandal covered feet stepping lightly through the clay colored dirt that swept against their flowing canvas hued skirt that touched her ankles. Silver bangles rang against her wrists as she slid past a small crowd and continued on hurriedly to her destination.
Making a brisk stop at the area of the caravan, Aasimah gave an out of breath smile. Good, she wasn't late at all. Fingers running against the red scarf like veil that covered her top (except for its elbow long sleeve), she ventured further into the caravan site.
Name: I have many names! …. My real-life nickname is Chris. But Kitsu, Kitsuna, Siku, or Ice work just as well. ^^
Age: Somewhere in my teens, but around eight at heart.
Experience: Ooh … Ummmmn … I THINK I started role-playing when I was either twelve or thirteen. I also joined my first forum at thirteen and have been at three forums up to this point. I even started my own, which doesn’t have any members yet … Mostly because the plot itself is still under major construction. I write /some/ fanfiction, as well.
I consider myself lingering on the line between Semi-literate and literate. Or, in other words I’m “just literate enough”
Quite prone to writers block and sudden bursts of inspiration, I may write a long reply one day and a shorter one another day. But I always go for a decently sized reply.
Also, just a heads up, I’ve never done a boarding school roleplay. Ever. So, I’m going to be unsteady for a while until I get used to it. >>
How you found us: A little birdy called the Neo Roleplaying Board told me.
Role play Sample:
"Brother! Brother!"
A grumble came from a mess of scattered sheets and pillows as a slender form moved gently behind them before becoming still. Feminine lips frowned softly as this form refused to move beyond a twitch or a sigh.
"Brother, wake up. We’re going to be late for the competition again. Remember what Pachette said." She reminded gently, referring to a rather boastful merchant they shared a caravan with.
No reply. Frown deepening, Aasimah shook the groggy outline of her older sibling, hoping to get a better result with physical contact. The boy merely wriggled away from her touch, refusing to make a single move to get up from the comforting warmth of cotton sheets. Always the hot-headed, stubborn one. Aasimah sighed in defeat and moved back a few steps to stare at him in frustration.
"Alright. I'll wake you up after the competition. But don't whine about who we get as a hired hand afterwards." She warned him idly, walking out the door and closing it behind her. Aasimah leaned up against the door, running petite fingers through side swept light brown bangs. She wiped away the light sheen of sweat that had formed on her brow, moving her hand down to stare at the light droplets that moistened her palm.
"Aasimah!"
The adolescent glanced curiously down the hall, watching as a woman made her way towards the girl. Her hair was ebony, grey thread woven into the fine strands from age and stress. Even with the woman’s worn expression, sharp green eyes stared crossly into softer silver-ish brown ones. Aasimah moved back a bit, smiling sheepishly at the woman. Pachette's wife.
"Oh, good morning! I didn't realize you came with your husband this time." She greeted politely, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman.
"You can't keep a good woman down! I may not be young, but still have plenty of fight left in me."
Aasimah smiled meekly, nodding slowly. Realizing she had gotten off-topic in the conversation, the older woman returned to looking at Aasimah somewhat crossly. "Anyway ... What are you still doing here, Aasimah? The competition is to begin shortly."
"I know. I was on my way there right now." Aasimah stated. The woman raised her brow.
"Oh? And where is your brother then?" She inquired, looking passed the girl as she would find him hiding behind his sister. Aasimah's smile faltered just a bit.
"He ... He's busy doing some paperwork and ... reading. He said he would meet me there." She answered sincerely, although she had never been very good at lying.
"Hm .." The woman gave an unconvincing look towards the girl.
"So he's still trying to research all that nonsense about demons?" Nonsense!? Resisting the urge to correct her, Aasimah nodded once.
"Yes, ma'am. He was up all night doing it."
"Tell him he should work less and get more rest. Hurry now." Aasimah nodded and walked passed her, holding back a sigh of relief as she hurried down the stared and out of the Inn.
The bright desert sun warmed her face, as she looked down the road to her destination. She moved quickly, sandal covered feet stepping lightly through the clay colored dirt that swept against their flowing canvas hued skirt that touched her ankles. Silver bangles rang against her wrists as she slid past a small crowd and continued on hurriedly to her destination.
Making a brisk stop at the area of the caravan, Aasimah gave an out of breath smile. Good, she wasn't late at all. Fingers running against the red scarf like veil that covered her top (except for its elbow long sleeve), she ventured further into the caravan site.
