Post by hysteria on Jan 9, 2008 20:10:51 GMT -5
Name: Hysteria (by name and by nature)
Age:19 (as of last October)
Experience: Well, i've been roleplaying for a few years on Neo boards under various names. Also done a number of one on ones with a few people from neopets. I was also an active member of a medieval roleplaying forum which was closed down without explanation... very annoying; i was silly enough to leave some good intro's on there and not back them up on my computer.
How you found us: Advert on the Neoboards on Neopets.
Role play Sample:
(Not actually used but i was pondering over using him on the mentioned medieval forum before it was closed down. I'm not sure... but it feels a little short to me.)
"A lone figure swayed uncertainly as it made its way down the abandoned streets. At this time of night it was rare to see many folks around, most moonlighters preferring to stick to the shadows where they could watch in safety.
The figure came to a halt by the window of a tavern. In the flickering glow of the candlelight emanating from the window, the figure’s more defining features could be seen.
Greasy, dark hair hung limply upon the man’s face. This could be considered a blessing by some as the mentioned face was not a delight to behold. Scars, faint with age, criss-crossed his features, circling eyes that were red and bleary.
The man coughed gently, just enough to be heard, before breaking down into a much harsher hacking cough. With a grimace he spat the foul contents of his mouth onto the street and continued on his way.
Despite his demeanour, the gentleman in question was not of a great age. His hair had not had begun to grey and his eyes, when not squinting through a drunken haze, were not yet the home of wrinkles. It was not known how old ‘Old Simon’ really was, but it was of general opinion that he probably wouldn’t live for many more seasons if he continued to drink to such excess.
Uttering quiet oaths under his breath, Old Simon delved deep into the pockets of the dirty tan-coloured coat he wore. This was no easy task as the garment swathed him from collar to knee and seemed to boast a great many pockets. Occasionally the direction he still walked in would change as his feet decided to follow the direction of his hands, but never-the-less he seemed to continue in roughly the right direction. After some time, and an unfortunate side-step into some creature’s feaces, Old Simon seemed to find what he had been searching for. A great pipe was withdrawn from an inner pocket and a small silver tinderbox.
With great difficulty Old Simon propped himself against the wall of a building and drew up his foot so that his boot sat upon the knee of his straightened leg. Using the flaking leather boot as a seat for a small amount of tobacco, he deftly struck two small pieces of flint together until the dried shredded leaves caught alight. He picked up these leaves and crammed them quickly into the pipe before his fingers could be burned too badly.
His thin lips formed a crooked smile as he inhaled smoke from the pipe and once again continued on his way. Afterall, when a man has his pipe he can be sure that all is good in the world."
Age:19 (as of last October)
Experience: Well, i've been roleplaying for a few years on Neo boards under various names. Also done a number of one on ones with a few people from neopets. I was also an active member of a medieval roleplaying forum which was closed down without explanation... very annoying; i was silly enough to leave some good intro's on there and not back them up on my computer.
How you found us: Advert on the Neoboards on Neopets.
Role play Sample:
(Not actually used but i was pondering over using him on the mentioned medieval forum before it was closed down. I'm not sure... but it feels a little short to me.)
"A lone figure swayed uncertainly as it made its way down the abandoned streets. At this time of night it was rare to see many folks around, most moonlighters preferring to stick to the shadows where they could watch in safety.
The figure came to a halt by the window of a tavern. In the flickering glow of the candlelight emanating from the window, the figure’s more defining features could be seen.
Greasy, dark hair hung limply upon the man’s face. This could be considered a blessing by some as the mentioned face was not a delight to behold. Scars, faint with age, criss-crossed his features, circling eyes that were red and bleary.
The man coughed gently, just enough to be heard, before breaking down into a much harsher hacking cough. With a grimace he spat the foul contents of his mouth onto the street and continued on his way.
Despite his demeanour, the gentleman in question was not of a great age. His hair had not had begun to grey and his eyes, when not squinting through a drunken haze, were not yet the home of wrinkles. It was not known how old ‘Old Simon’ really was, but it was of general opinion that he probably wouldn’t live for many more seasons if he continued to drink to such excess.
Uttering quiet oaths under his breath, Old Simon delved deep into the pockets of the dirty tan-coloured coat he wore. This was no easy task as the garment swathed him from collar to knee and seemed to boast a great many pockets. Occasionally the direction he still walked in would change as his feet decided to follow the direction of his hands, but never-the-less he seemed to continue in roughly the right direction. After some time, and an unfortunate side-step into some creature’s feaces, Old Simon seemed to find what he had been searching for. A great pipe was withdrawn from an inner pocket and a small silver tinderbox.
With great difficulty Old Simon propped himself against the wall of a building and drew up his foot so that his boot sat upon the knee of his straightened leg. Using the flaking leather boot as a seat for a small amount of tobacco, he deftly struck two small pieces of flint together until the dried shredded leaves caught alight. He picked up these leaves and crammed them quickly into the pipe before his fingers could be burned too badly.
His thin lips formed a crooked smile as he inhaled smoke from the pipe and once again continued on his way. Afterall, when a man has his pipe he can be sure that all is good in the world."
