Post by ina on Apr 16, 2008 17:43:16 GMT -5
Name: ina
Age: fourteen
Experience: four and a half years
How you found us: poe on neopets. c:
Role play Sample:
The wind blew gently through the seas of sand, though not strong enough to lift any into the air. The footsteps of a lone traveler were left imprinted for miles and miles, starting the small town of Shavian and continuing into The Desert farther than the eye could see.
The Desert was referred to only as The Desert, and was nothing but that—a desert. Hundreds upon hundreds of miles of nothing but sand, and anyone crazy enough to attempt the crossing was doomed to death for sure. On the other side? No one knew for certain, however legends of the city Corpus were alive in every fairy tale the children of Shavian knew.
Avi was her name. A traveler, a nomad, an outcast. Lacking a family, friends, and home she wandered day after day, city after city, until finally coming to Shavian. She was only fourteen, or at least she was sure that was her age, and wandered the streets as a thief, stealing to stay alive. She had heard the stories of brave adventurers crossing the great desert and never returning, leaving wives and children and families behind without a second glance. This though discouraged many people from braving the journey—who would support the family if they disappeared?
Avi had no family. She had no home. She had no future. She would life a futile life, die a futile death, and never be remembered.
It was a curse that Avi lived with, a curse of poverty, and there was one way to break it—make a name for herself. Avi had no one who would mourn her absence, no one who would miss her if she left. Because of this, Avi decided to brave the adventure. And unlike the others, she would return. And return a hero.
So there she stood, many miles into The Desert. Her large brown leather boots weighed her down but protected her from the heat and sand. Black leather men’s working pants covered the full of her legs, a men’s tunic covering her torso. A cloak draped around her shoulders, then came around to button in the front, its collar large enough to cover her nose. Only her eyes and long, flowing, curly brown hair could be seen above it. Around her waist was a tool belt, holding a dagger and cutting knives, along with an empty water canteen. Avi licked her chapped red lips thirstily—it was hopeless.
Avi, however, was determined to meet her goal. The objectives—to arrive at the city of Corpus, confirm its existence, and bring someone from Corpus back to Shavian with her to prove her great feat. Avi fell to her knees in weakness; it would be a long journey.
He said: YOU CHEATERS SHALL NEVER WIN! Bwhaha.
Age: fourteen
Experience: four and a half years
How you found us: poe on neopets. c:
Role play Sample:
The wind blew gently through the seas of sand, though not strong enough to lift any into the air. The footsteps of a lone traveler were left imprinted for miles and miles, starting the small town of Shavian and continuing into The Desert farther than the eye could see.
The Desert was referred to only as The Desert, and was nothing but that—a desert. Hundreds upon hundreds of miles of nothing but sand, and anyone crazy enough to attempt the crossing was doomed to death for sure. On the other side? No one knew for certain, however legends of the city Corpus were alive in every fairy tale the children of Shavian knew.
Avi was her name. A traveler, a nomad, an outcast. Lacking a family, friends, and home she wandered day after day, city after city, until finally coming to Shavian. She was only fourteen, or at least she was sure that was her age, and wandered the streets as a thief, stealing to stay alive. She had heard the stories of brave adventurers crossing the great desert and never returning, leaving wives and children and families behind without a second glance. This though discouraged many people from braving the journey—who would support the family if they disappeared?
Avi had no family. She had no home. She had no future. She would life a futile life, die a futile death, and never be remembered.
It was a curse that Avi lived with, a curse of poverty, and there was one way to break it—make a name for herself. Avi had no one who would mourn her absence, no one who would miss her if she left. Because of this, Avi decided to brave the adventure. And unlike the others, she would return. And return a hero.
So there she stood, many miles into The Desert. Her large brown leather boots weighed her down but protected her from the heat and sand. Black leather men’s working pants covered the full of her legs, a men’s tunic covering her torso. A cloak draped around her shoulders, then came around to button in the front, its collar large enough to cover her nose. Only her eyes and long, flowing, curly brown hair could be seen above it. Around her waist was a tool belt, holding a dagger and cutting knives, along with an empty water canteen. Avi licked her chapped red lips thirstily—it was hopeless.
Avi, however, was determined to meet her goal. The objectives—to arrive at the city of Corpus, confirm its existence, and bring someone from Corpus back to Shavian with her to prove her great feat. Avi fell to her knees in weakness; it would be a long journey.
He said: YOU CHEATERS SHALL NEVER WIN! Bwhaha.
