Post by Cookie on Mar 26, 2008 17:45:23 GMT -5
Name: Cookie
Age: I'd rather not say, but I'm a teenager.
Experience: I've never role played Victorian Era, Masquerade Ball, or anything in the least historic for that matter. I have role played fantasy for the most part, but I'm all over the place when it comes to the genres, so long as the plot is good. I've never role played 'pirates' or really done a vampire RP, but I'm very open to new things if people are willing to explain to me. I’ve been role playing for a couple of years and I find I’m getting better over time. I consider myself semi-literate, perhaps a bit more. (If you’re wondering why I even bothered trying out, I don’t even really know myself. XD;)
How you found us: Poe invited me.
Role play Sample:
Silently the strange apparition hovered above the rotting floor. The wood had held in place for many years, but now a thick layer of dust rested upon it and many cracks ruined its once perfect formation. She remembered a time when the floor had glistened, when she could hear the music her sister played from all the way upstairs.
But that was long ago, before she had died. She missed it all. The sound of the dancer’s feet in her sister’s studio and the way it had helped her sleep at night, the vibrations of the music, the rush she felt as she moved across the floor…
At times, she’d dream that she was in a huge ball room. Her mother and father would be standing and clapping wildly as she moved elegantly across the dance floor, not needing a partner for she was flying on her own. With the grace of a swan she would fly into the air and touch down gently, her shoes making no noise. It would go on like this forever, until it was time for her to wake.
At times she was unable to have these wondrous dreams. When this occurred, she’d sneak downstairs. Her sister would always shake her head and lecture her about how she needed her rest, but would let her join the night class none the less. It always made her the happiest person in the world even though she had to survive a long speech every time.
Why had she had to get sick? It wasn’t just. Her whole life she’d dreamed of becoming a famous dancer, dreamed of becoming known world wide as the most elegant of them all. Her mother had said that even as a fetus she would start to move around whenever music was played. It was clear that she’d need dance courses. Her needs had been fulfilled and for years, all the days that she was able, she’d go and learn and practice until her entire body ached. Even when she’d first become ill she continued to go, not bothering to rest. Now she regretted it.
Slowly she turned her head, pale grey eyes sadly resting upon her blurred reflection in the giant mirror. Soon after her body followed and she found herself floating towards it. Hand outstretched, she attempted to touch the broken dust covered glass, but blinked in sadness as her hand passed right through.
She pulled it back out, forced to deal with it. Just barely she could make out her long wavy auburn hair and pale complexion. She used to be so tanned, but now the most color she had was that of her hair, and even then because she was practically transparent it was mostly grey. Thirteen year olds weren’t supposed to look like this.
She sighed heavily, voice echoing through the room. It had not been long after she’d gone that her family moved out, not wanting to be forced to remember her every time they looked around. She wished with all her heart that she could have followed them, but for some reason she was trapped here, unable to leave, a force field barring her way. She wasn’t even able to make them stay because she couldn’t communicate with them.
For days she’d cried, but now she’d run out of tears. Trapped, alone, and not even able to move on, Celina now waits. For what, she’s unsure, but at some point she realized that there must be a reason she was confined here, and she was going to have to find out why.
(Please note that this is for a small plot I made.)
Age: I'd rather not say, but I'm a teenager.
Experience: I've never role played Victorian Era, Masquerade Ball, or anything in the least historic for that matter. I have role played fantasy for the most part, but I'm all over the place when it comes to the genres, so long as the plot is good. I've never role played 'pirates' or really done a vampire RP, but I'm very open to new things if people are willing to explain to me. I’ve been role playing for a couple of years and I find I’m getting better over time. I consider myself semi-literate, perhaps a bit more. (If you’re wondering why I even bothered trying out, I don’t even really know myself. XD;)
How you found us: Poe invited me.
Role play Sample:
Silently the strange apparition hovered above the rotting floor. The wood had held in place for many years, but now a thick layer of dust rested upon it and many cracks ruined its once perfect formation. She remembered a time when the floor had glistened, when she could hear the music her sister played from all the way upstairs.
But that was long ago, before she had died. She missed it all. The sound of the dancer’s feet in her sister’s studio and the way it had helped her sleep at night, the vibrations of the music, the rush she felt as she moved across the floor…
At times, she’d dream that she was in a huge ball room. Her mother and father would be standing and clapping wildly as she moved elegantly across the dance floor, not needing a partner for she was flying on her own. With the grace of a swan she would fly into the air and touch down gently, her shoes making no noise. It would go on like this forever, until it was time for her to wake.
At times she was unable to have these wondrous dreams. When this occurred, she’d sneak downstairs. Her sister would always shake her head and lecture her about how she needed her rest, but would let her join the night class none the less. It always made her the happiest person in the world even though she had to survive a long speech every time.
Why had she had to get sick? It wasn’t just. Her whole life she’d dreamed of becoming a famous dancer, dreamed of becoming known world wide as the most elegant of them all. Her mother had said that even as a fetus she would start to move around whenever music was played. It was clear that she’d need dance courses. Her needs had been fulfilled and for years, all the days that she was able, she’d go and learn and practice until her entire body ached. Even when she’d first become ill she continued to go, not bothering to rest. Now she regretted it.
Slowly she turned her head, pale grey eyes sadly resting upon her blurred reflection in the giant mirror. Soon after her body followed and she found herself floating towards it. Hand outstretched, she attempted to touch the broken dust covered glass, but blinked in sadness as her hand passed right through.
She pulled it back out, forced to deal with it. Just barely she could make out her long wavy auburn hair and pale complexion. She used to be so tanned, but now the most color she had was that of her hair, and even then because she was practically transparent it was mostly grey. Thirteen year olds weren’t supposed to look like this.
She sighed heavily, voice echoing through the room. It had not been long after she’d gone that her family moved out, not wanting to be forced to remember her every time they looked around. She wished with all her heart that she could have followed them, but for some reason she was trapped here, unable to leave, a force field barring her way. She wasn’t even able to make them stay because she couldn’t communicate with them.
For days she’d cried, but now she’d run out of tears. Trapped, alone, and not even able to move on, Celina now waits. For what, she’s unsure, but at some point she realized that there must be a reason she was confined here, and she was going to have to find out why.
(Please note that this is for a small plot I made.)