Post by dee. on Jan 7, 2008 18:50:17 GMT -5
Name: Deeee~
Age: Fifteen, kthx.
Experience: Around five years of neo and off site roleplaying.
How you found us: The loverly Ara posted in Neo. And I came.
Role play Sample:
[-is an elemental roleplay intro from likes, a year ago-]
The winds stirred the grasses, golden tails rustling upon one another in a peaceful gesture. The sun parched visage resonated the true inhabitable way of the land, its very aura was cast unforgivably to all those who did so choose to venture across the withered ground. No clouds softened the golden orb within the sky, its rays peering down upon the shriveled terrain reprehensibly. A single bird chirped only once before leaping from the lifeless tree standing alone on the plains. Its silver feathers gleamed in an oily sheen as the light resonated against the colors that distinguished the now air-born creature. The two, minute wings beat the air around its petite figure, propelling itself forward and into the sky. Slowly though surely, the avian being was lost to the horizon as if it was truly just a mirage to begin with.
All was scene by a pair of pallid, cerulean eyes, their pupils dilated due to the light. The face that held these dreary orbs drew a smile upon their features as if they were too flying above the arid lands. Another whip of the wind; the orange colored cloth that held her torso shifted slightly as she too moved away with the breeze. Bells sounded as the thick leather belt around the beings waist stirred from the sudden movement; the small, silver orbs hung in a pair on her hip rang out once more. The soft folds of cloth that hung from her waist were drawn up as the figure leapt from atop a boulder, landing with a muffled thump. They soon calmed as her tanned legs drew to a walk, the fold ending near the middle of her thighs. Bandages were rapped down the female’s legs, coming to a stop just below her knees. She drew a breath before setting off at a run once more; calloused, bare feet ran easily upon the terra at a nimble speed.
A staff was held in her right hand, its knotted wood gave it an easy hold. Leather straps, bells and feathers ran near the top of the wood giving the staff shamanic features. The height stretched nearly a foot above it’s holder who stood just above five feet, making its features even more prominent. She jumped again to the top of a stone, then with a cat-like agility, leapt to the top of another boulder. Bells chimed again as she stood atop the tan-colored rock, the height giving her a post to the surroundings. The left hand suddenly drew upwards, reaching towards her breast. The hand met with a piece of opaque, cobalt stone hanging from another strap of leather around her neck. The woman’s angular face searched her environment, carefully looking over ever detail.
Her face held prominent features; high cheekbones, raised eye brows, large eyes and plump lips. Triangles pointed downwards stained the cheeks in a burgundy dye; other such shapes and figures stained the girl’s dark skin upon her arms. Dark brown tresses tied in tight, small braids covered her head; its length came to a finish near her mid-back with multi-colored beads and feathers. The hairstyle was intricate and flawless, the very time it took dictated its perfection.
“By da sky, Shaquita, if only you brought’a map...” The proud voice bore an eccentric accent, showing she differentiated from the average village. She sighed inwardly before climbing from the stone to the ground; her landing sent a puff of dry dust at her feet. “Though I suppose I be lost wit or witout a map.” Her eyes glanced around once more before she set off at her usual, dexterous pace, carefully making her way north.
---
The scene was horrible; a blackened scar burned the very earth where she dared to stand but feet away. Shaquita’s pale gaze fell to the ruined outlines of a village, one she could have imagined being her own if not for its ruined state. She knew not of how the land became to be in such disarray, though, the bits of what she knew about the area came to tell her this was a religious village. A religious centre, to be exact. Now, the real question was: “Was it safe?”
The knotted staff was held tightly as she scanned over the ebon terra; tacking a few steps forward as to come close to its edge. She lowered the end of her staff carefully upon the burn, tensing, waiting. Nothing seemed to happen. No monster climbed up from the depths to claw at the staff, no gust of mist brought on storms, it was as if the burn was merely a fire.
This was not the case, for Shaquita could feel the odd energy surrounding the area, choking the very aura she called her own. It was no fire that destroyed this once lively place, it was something entirely different.
What, she could not place.
Taking care as to not touch the blackened ground –for it was better safe than sorry- she made her way around the edges of the terrain, all the while looking over the ruins. Though, something other than the ebony smear caught her eye; that of a human. A female, it seemed, dressed fully in white. She lay near the edges of the village, though the grass were she was had not been burned. It was a clean patch of grass, untouched by whatever had come through the place. How was it possible?
Shaquita stared at the girl’s lithe figure for a moment, taking in the sight that was before her. The untouched, unscathed girl just lying there as if nothing bad had happened. Setting one foot cautiously upon the ground, then the other, she made her way quickly to the fallen girl, bending to get a closer look. She had pale blonde tresses, an ashen complexion and brilliant sapphire eyes; it seemed she possessed almost angelic features.
“What happen’ to you...?” Her voice was liquid as she placed a caring hand upon the girl’s forehead, checking her temperature. Than two fingers on her neck for a pulse. “You ah’ lucky to be alive.”
---
“So you found her in da middle of a fire?”
“Nono, da middle of a blackened place. It not be feeling like a fire there...”
Shaquita had re-spoken the events over and over to the village’s wise man, every time he nodded and spoke a few more words to the unconscious female, burned incense or banged together reeds. None of his acts did prevail.
“You sure it be something, but not a fire?” He inquired once more, scratching his bald head with a wrinkled hand. Shaquita nodded, glancing over at the white-clad girl once more. The old man sighed, running a thin finger over a single, bleached bone of some sort. “Then we can only wait for her... she be strong. She wake up soon.” The wise man murmured nearly inaudible.
“I hope that be it.” Shaquita said more to herself than anyone else before placing her hand on the other female’s. “I still say she be lucky.”
[PSST- my icon makes me lol.]
Age: Fifteen, kthx.
Experience: Around five years of neo and off site roleplaying.
How you found us: The loverly Ara posted in Neo. And I came.
Role play Sample:
[-is an elemental roleplay intro from likes, a year ago-]
The winds stirred the grasses, golden tails rustling upon one another in a peaceful gesture. The sun parched visage resonated the true inhabitable way of the land, its very aura was cast unforgivably to all those who did so choose to venture across the withered ground. No clouds softened the golden orb within the sky, its rays peering down upon the shriveled terrain reprehensibly. A single bird chirped only once before leaping from the lifeless tree standing alone on the plains. Its silver feathers gleamed in an oily sheen as the light resonated against the colors that distinguished the now air-born creature. The two, minute wings beat the air around its petite figure, propelling itself forward and into the sky. Slowly though surely, the avian being was lost to the horizon as if it was truly just a mirage to begin with.
All was scene by a pair of pallid, cerulean eyes, their pupils dilated due to the light. The face that held these dreary orbs drew a smile upon their features as if they were too flying above the arid lands. Another whip of the wind; the orange colored cloth that held her torso shifted slightly as she too moved away with the breeze. Bells sounded as the thick leather belt around the beings waist stirred from the sudden movement; the small, silver orbs hung in a pair on her hip rang out once more. The soft folds of cloth that hung from her waist were drawn up as the figure leapt from atop a boulder, landing with a muffled thump. They soon calmed as her tanned legs drew to a walk, the fold ending near the middle of her thighs. Bandages were rapped down the female’s legs, coming to a stop just below her knees. She drew a breath before setting off at a run once more; calloused, bare feet ran easily upon the terra at a nimble speed.
A staff was held in her right hand, its knotted wood gave it an easy hold. Leather straps, bells and feathers ran near the top of the wood giving the staff shamanic features. The height stretched nearly a foot above it’s holder who stood just above five feet, making its features even more prominent. She jumped again to the top of a stone, then with a cat-like agility, leapt to the top of another boulder. Bells chimed again as she stood atop the tan-colored rock, the height giving her a post to the surroundings. The left hand suddenly drew upwards, reaching towards her breast. The hand met with a piece of opaque, cobalt stone hanging from another strap of leather around her neck. The woman’s angular face searched her environment, carefully looking over ever detail.
Her face held prominent features; high cheekbones, raised eye brows, large eyes and plump lips. Triangles pointed downwards stained the cheeks in a burgundy dye; other such shapes and figures stained the girl’s dark skin upon her arms. Dark brown tresses tied in tight, small braids covered her head; its length came to a finish near her mid-back with multi-colored beads and feathers. The hairstyle was intricate and flawless, the very time it took dictated its perfection.
“By da sky, Shaquita, if only you brought’a map...” The proud voice bore an eccentric accent, showing she differentiated from the average village. She sighed inwardly before climbing from the stone to the ground; her landing sent a puff of dry dust at her feet. “Though I suppose I be lost wit or witout a map.” Her eyes glanced around once more before she set off at her usual, dexterous pace, carefully making her way north.
---
The scene was horrible; a blackened scar burned the very earth where she dared to stand but feet away. Shaquita’s pale gaze fell to the ruined outlines of a village, one she could have imagined being her own if not for its ruined state. She knew not of how the land became to be in such disarray, though, the bits of what she knew about the area came to tell her this was a religious village. A religious centre, to be exact. Now, the real question was: “Was it safe?”
The knotted staff was held tightly as she scanned over the ebon terra; tacking a few steps forward as to come close to its edge. She lowered the end of her staff carefully upon the burn, tensing, waiting. Nothing seemed to happen. No monster climbed up from the depths to claw at the staff, no gust of mist brought on storms, it was as if the burn was merely a fire.
This was not the case, for Shaquita could feel the odd energy surrounding the area, choking the very aura she called her own. It was no fire that destroyed this once lively place, it was something entirely different.
What, she could not place.
Taking care as to not touch the blackened ground –for it was better safe than sorry- she made her way around the edges of the terrain, all the while looking over the ruins. Though, something other than the ebony smear caught her eye; that of a human. A female, it seemed, dressed fully in white. She lay near the edges of the village, though the grass were she was had not been burned. It was a clean patch of grass, untouched by whatever had come through the place. How was it possible?
Shaquita stared at the girl’s lithe figure for a moment, taking in the sight that was before her. The untouched, unscathed girl just lying there as if nothing bad had happened. Setting one foot cautiously upon the ground, then the other, she made her way quickly to the fallen girl, bending to get a closer look. She had pale blonde tresses, an ashen complexion and brilliant sapphire eyes; it seemed she possessed almost angelic features.
“What happen’ to you...?” Her voice was liquid as she placed a caring hand upon the girl’s forehead, checking her temperature. Than two fingers on her neck for a pulse. “You ah’ lucky to be alive.”
---
“So you found her in da middle of a fire?”
“Nono, da middle of a blackened place. It not be feeling like a fire there...”
Shaquita had re-spoken the events over and over to the village’s wise man, every time he nodded and spoke a few more words to the unconscious female, burned incense or banged together reeds. None of his acts did prevail.
“You sure it be something, but not a fire?” He inquired once more, scratching his bald head with a wrinkled hand. Shaquita nodded, glancing over at the white-clad girl once more. The old man sighed, running a thin finger over a single, bleached bone of some sort. “Then we can only wait for her... she be strong. She wake up soon.” The wise man murmured nearly inaudible.
“I hope that be it.” Shaquita said more to herself than anyone else before placing her hand on the other female’s. “I still say she be lucky.”
[PSST- my icon makes me lol.]
