Post by victoriamcshane on Oct 25, 2008 14:42:24 GMT -5
Name: Victoria McShane
Age: 15
Experience: I've roleplayed a bit over the years. I haven't roleplayed in a while but I'm sure to get my writing legs back soon. Although this sample may not show it, my strength is dialogue. I wanted to show that I'm capable of setting and nonscreenplay type writting.
How you found us: Poe recruited me.
Role play Sample:
Evangeline crawled along the forest floor. The leaves tangled in her now bleak ratted curls. Their darkness only making her once fair skin shallow and blemished. The hem of her dress was tattered and stained with years of filth.
The only proof of her former life lay in her eyes. It was her unusual violet eyes that got her in this trouble to begin with, like all the others, the wrath of man had fallen upon her.
Evangeline once was beautiful, the prize of her town. All the men longed for her and all of the women longed to be her. What truly made her such a gem was that she had no knowledge of her own beauty, until it was stolen from her.
The pain of the memories made Evangeline’s skin writhe. Turning over in the dry leaves, her hands clawed into the dirt, as if to send all of her agony into its accepting soil. She paused, took a deep breath ... could it be? Hope shook through her mangled body as she pulled herself to the clearing. There she was not alone.
She greeted the other ladies only with her eyes, far too excited to trouble herself with much more.
Rain ... It was coming. The smell filled her senses, she already felt more alive. The dusky, fresh scent of rain was the combination of death and new life. She was the death, waiting for new life.
The women gathered in the center of the clearing, their faces ever searching for the first drop. They waited in silence. Waiting for the change they had experienced so many times in the stillness of the storm.
It began.
Each drop burned, ending with a soothingly cool sensation that spread through their whole bodies. Their rough skin renewed its butter smooth texture and luminous complexion. Their hair untangled and grew thick with color. Their blemishes were all washed away as the rain poured down. They were reborn, if only for a while.
This circle of women, who once would have frightened the masses, now attracted the masses. They were counting on that.
“We must move quickly,” Seriah whispered with a coo.
Seriah was a willowy creature with long, blonde hair flowing from her scalp like a river. Despite her soft, fragile features, she was a strong woman. She was their leader.
“Remember to watch yourself this time, Veruna,” she scowled turning to the jittery redhead to her right. Veruna cowered under the force of her glare. “Evangeline?” Seriah offered her arm, “You will come with me this time,” she purred. A mixed expression of curiosity and fear crossed Evangeline’s face as she took Seriah’s waiting arm. She nodded gracefully to Joanna, her usual partner, who was now reluctantly accepting the arm of Veruna.
They moved swiftly and silently with such grace that they made not a sound as they almost hovered over the autumn leaves. The time felt short to the ladies as arm in arm they strolled out of the forest and into the very center of a nearby town.
The soft breeze daintily twisted and swayed Evangeline’s locks as she walked with Seriah silently at her side. Seriah led her into a local pub. The men’s eyes hungrily followed their every movement as they took their seats at a far corner table.
“I can already feel the time slipping away, choose quickly,” Seriah said while adjusting in her seat as if to get a better look at her surroundings. Evangeline mirrored her action, hoping to prove a better partner than Veruna. That babbling fool had lost the time in her pursuit and nearly exposed the lot of us, thought Evangeline, stealing a glance at a clock across the room.
Suddenly, Seriah got up and moved across the room to meet with a rather handsome man who had been staring at her. They had barely locked eyes when the man’s eyes seemed to glaze over. He’d been bewitched. Seriah was more practiced than the others. She whispered something in his ear and he flushed crimson. Seriah shot a quick glace back to Evangeline to tell her that she had found her victim and then left with the man out the back door.
He said:POE ROCKS THE WORLD!!! -blocked by the admin!- Haha, no cheating for you all! <3 =D
Age: 15
Experience: I've roleplayed a bit over the years. I haven't roleplayed in a while but I'm sure to get my writing legs back soon. Although this sample may not show it, my strength is dialogue. I wanted to show that I'm capable of setting and nonscreenplay type writting.
How you found us: Poe recruited me.
Role play Sample:
The rain was their friend.
It could wash away their sins.
They could be reborn.
It could wash away their sins.
They could be reborn.
Evangeline crawled along the forest floor. The leaves tangled in her now bleak ratted curls. Their darkness only making her once fair skin shallow and blemished. The hem of her dress was tattered and stained with years of filth.
The only proof of her former life lay in her eyes. It was her unusual violet eyes that got her in this trouble to begin with, like all the others, the wrath of man had fallen upon her.
Evangeline once was beautiful, the prize of her town. All the men longed for her and all of the women longed to be her. What truly made her such a gem was that she had no knowledge of her own beauty, until it was stolen from her.
The pain of the memories made Evangeline’s skin writhe. Turning over in the dry leaves, her hands clawed into the dirt, as if to send all of her agony into its accepting soil. She paused, took a deep breath ... could it be? Hope shook through her mangled body as she pulled herself to the clearing. There she was not alone.
She greeted the other ladies only with her eyes, far too excited to trouble herself with much more.
Rain ... It was coming. The smell filled her senses, she already felt more alive. The dusky, fresh scent of rain was the combination of death and new life. She was the death, waiting for new life.
The women gathered in the center of the clearing, their faces ever searching for the first drop. They waited in silence. Waiting for the change they had experienced so many times in the stillness of the storm.
It began.
Each drop burned, ending with a soothingly cool sensation that spread through their whole bodies. Their rough skin renewed its butter smooth texture and luminous complexion. Their hair untangled and grew thick with color. Their blemishes were all washed away as the rain poured down. They were reborn, if only for a while.
This circle of women, who once would have frightened the masses, now attracted the masses. They were counting on that.
“We must move quickly,” Seriah whispered with a coo.
Seriah was a willowy creature with long, blonde hair flowing from her scalp like a river. Despite her soft, fragile features, she was a strong woman. She was their leader.
“Remember to watch yourself this time, Veruna,” she scowled turning to the jittery redhead to her right. Veruna cowered under the force of her glare. “Evangeline?” Seriah offered her arm, “You will come with me this time,” she purred. A mixed expression of curiosity and fear crossed Evangeline’s face as she took Seriah’s waiting arm. She nodded gracefully to Joanna, her usual partner, who was now reluctantly accepting the arm of Veruna.
They moved swiftly and silently with such grace that they made not a sound as they almost hovered over the autumn leaves. The time felt short to the ladies as arm in arm they strolled out of the forest and into the very center of a nearby town.
The soft breeze daintily twisted and swayed Evangeline’s locks as she walked with Seriah silently at her side. Seriah led her into a local pub. The men’s eyes hungrily followed their every movement as they took their seats at a far corner table.
“I can already feel the time slipping away, choose quickly,” Seriah said while adjusting in her seat as if to get a better look at her surroundings. Evangeline mirrored her action, hoping to prove a better partner than Veruna. That babbling fool had lost the time in her pursuit and nearly exposed the lot of us, thought Evangeline, stealing a glance at a clock across the room.
Suddenly, Seriah got up and moved across the room to meet with a rather handsome man who had been staring at her. They had barely locked eyes when the man’s eyes seemed to glaze over. He’d been bewitched. Seriah was more practiced than the others. She whispered something in his ear and he flushed crimson. Seriah shot a quick glace back to Evangeline to tell her that she had found her victim and then left with the man out the back door.
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