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| 20 Aug 2012 04:37 PM |
@Sweetlilly
Maybe you should try.. How should I put this... a "Simpler" RP. |
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| 20 Aug 2012 04:44 PM |
Dude. I have been in Germany for 2 weeks. I can't describe anything anymore. It just drive me crazy.
Anyways, Capri Capricorn my Original Character disapproves of this role-play.
Goodbye.
P.S. I don't need to go to any "simple" role-plays.
~ Rage from my favorite subject on earth, Rose. |
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magma72
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| 20 Aug 2012 04:46 PM |
~CS~ ______________________ Name: Tim "Tack" Havvack _______________________ A.ge: 22 ________________________ Gender: Male _____________________________________ Appearance: Tack has a frail, wiry build, extending to 6'0" and weighing 170 lbs. He has long, spiked brown hair and hazel eyes. As for his skin, he has a pale complexion from staying indoors and freckles dotting his cheeks. He lost his left little finger from an accident involving a bone-saw.
His style is rather consistent, he wears a light-blue buttoned shirt and black slacks. Covering the majority of the shirt, he dons a white lab coat he purchased at a Wal-Mart. For shoes, he wears brown steel toed boots. ____________________________ Spirit: Gemini _____________________________________________________- Bio: Tack was raised from a long line of inventors, tinkerers, and repairmen. As such, he was born to take the path of inventing, to carry the family tradition. He received the nickname "Tack" from school, combining the two parts of his name, as well as relating him to an object. ______________________________________- Other: Not much I can really say here. :/ ________________________________________________________________- Writing Sample: (Copied from a short story I wrote for this story competition.)
I look at the blank white sheet of paper, filled with nothing, save the possiblity of one's thoughts. Next to me was a standred black ball-point pen, whos cap has been lost a long time ago. I've been told that I'm allowed to write one of these every year. You know? Letters? A small sigh erupts from deep inside as I lean over the desk. I pick up the pen and hold it in my hand, index and thumb looped the utensil while being clamped together, my middle lay on top and my ring at the bottom, using the little runt as a pillow. I finally push the pen into the paper and move the ink along to express my woes.
"Dear Warden Padesko
"I was born a normal child, raised by both mother and father. I had always been read a 'bed-time story' when I was little, and I guess that's where my love for the English Language began. Skipping to my fifth year of elementary school, I really didn't have any friends. I don't know why the rascals refused to let me play kickball with them, or four-square, tag, or Hell, even let me talk to them. However, I am guessing that it might have something to do with my English grades, but it's still not clear to me even to this day.
"I remember this one day where I saw all the other kids playing freeze tag at the playground. I wanted to play with them, so I asked them if I could join. I can still rememeber that fateful rejection, followed by that shrill scream of his that followed. I had pushed the little boy right into the ground and stepped on him a few times. Sure, I couldn't go to ressess that following month, and I was grounded at home for twice that at school, but it was worth it. For some odd reason, I found pleaseure in these actions, it gave me a way to unleash my anger, I liked it, and apparantly that's where my life of 'crime' worked it's way in.
"These actions had continued all through out middle school and the rest of high. By then I had earned a reputation as a monster, a sadist who kids would even dare others to mess with me. They made my life a misrible, they would throw glass bottles and yell the worst of things as if it were a game. I thought they didn't want me in their games? Did they just now change their minds? So why not play a game with them?
"It was the end of Winter Break, me and all of my now former peers went back to school, sat at their desks and waited. It was during Ms. Towski's 5th period Calculus class when I stood up on the desk, held out my little .44 Magnum, put the barrel right on the person in front of me and pulled the trigger. I let out a maniacal laugh and began to do the same to the rest of the classmates. I attempted to do the same to the science class right next door to the now ruined room, but it looks like your pets caught me, forced me against the wall and brought me here.
"Oh why would you do that, I hadn't done anything wrong? It was them who treated me like dirt, they deserved it. But no, I'm the one who ends up in the orange, the one behind bars and them? The ones I haven't got my hands on? They are still free from the crimes that they commited. You see, they're the reason behind this, they are the reason why I'm here. So mark my words, I want you to let me at them, and I will do justice. Justice will be served...
Your's truly, Stephan Stallone"
~Magma72~ |
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| 20 Aug 2012 04:47 PM |
| (I'll pop in here for a sec. Even the most complex role-plays, there is very rarely a person who has the patient of writing a huge CS like that, and based on this rp, your expectations are wayy to high. I think Afriski, and Sweet have fine CSs.) |
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| 20 Aug 2012 04:51 PM |
Mark, THANK YOU. Gosh. My meter just broken and the steam is boiling hot.
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| 20 Aug 2012 04:57 PM |
Name: Howard Robertson A.ge: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: He has dark brown hair that goes near his collar, almond shaped jade eyes, bushy brown eyebrows, and a small nose on his Oval face. He's a remarkable 6'3", although he is skinny. He wears heel-cut black jeans, blue cloth shoes, and a plain black t-shirt. He is caucasian. Spirit: Cancer Bio: (Short Bio, Not nessesarily required, this is Optional) Other: None. Writing Sample:
A girl slips across mossy cobble, with her footsteps being echoed loudly.
She searches through the windows of houses as she sprints. She finds the last lighted place in town and walks in. The room is small, maybe 6 metres by 6 metres. In the middle of the room, a large table is filled with meats, squash, and other foods found at large banquets. There are 7 men at the table, exchanging words and eating food. The girl's mouth waters at the sight of the foods. The room goes silent as she walks in. She pulls down the hood of her cloak, and the men laugh. |
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Afrikaisi
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| 20 Aug 2012 05:03 PM |
| (I will pop in here again. Mist, your CS was about as good as sweet, yet... your telling her to go to a simpler RP? This seems a pretty simple concept, and there really is no SIMPLE for role-plays. It just that you need some knowledge some places to join and stuff.) |
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| 20 Aug 2012 05:09 PM |
| That's not what I meant by that. |
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magma72
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| 20 Aug 2012 05:53 PM |
(Thanks, now should we wait for more people or what?)
~Magma72~ |
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| 20 Aug 2012 06:47 PM |
| (Oh Magma would you like to make a second Gemini character?) |
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| 20 Aug 2012 07:17 PM |
~CS~ Name: Walter Discoini A.ge: 36 Gender: Male. Appearance: Walter is a strong fellow, at 5'9 feet tall of pure fury. He has messy brown hair that he does not bother to comb, and his eyes are about the same color. Being living outdoors his whole life, he has a brown tan, though its not crazily tanned, as he actually spends a bit of time inside studying different things. His face is a heart shaped face, and he shaves off any facial hair, as he finds them another thing for his enemies to annoy him with. His eyebrows are normal size. The rest of his body is about normal for a 36 year old man, except he has abnormal amount of muscles, though not RIPPLES EVERYWHERE, BIG MAN. So, about usual for a guy who lifts weights each 3 days.
His clothes are inconsistent, as he wears what he has.
Spirit: Scorpio. Bio: Being in the family business of experimenter, he spends his time doing rather random experiments, ranging from cutting apples with paper to shooting a chair with a bullet. To get money, he runs a rather famous website, and he gets e.m.ai.ls of recommendations. Unfortunetly, he had to go to college, hence his... err.. age.
Other:None..
Writing Sample: (I got this deep within my abandoned story folder..)
Running. That was what I was doing. The red and blue lights flaring behind me, and the sirens and the sound of the men in blue suits yelling could simply not distract me. The package in my hand was too important.
Pain. That was another thing, when their boom-sticks hit me. The pain within the red liquid coming out of my skin did not wind me.
Running along the streets, I jumped over a man's lemon store, leaving his store rolling everywhere, the man angrily yelling at me, and the flashy vehicles running over all his lemons. I could not look back, in fear that they would be gaining on me. The only thing I had was a picture. Of my past family. That were all dead.
I was doing this for them.
Arriving at the grand place where I was suppost to go, I dropped the package. A explosion absorbed the building, and I took out a knife. I slid it over my throat. (Short and simple.)
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Afrikaisi
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| 20 Aug 2012 07:56 PM |
| (Afrik, you aren't accepted.) |
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Afrikaisi
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| 20 Aug 2012 08:06 PM |
| about to join then someone took gemini anyways June 4th still is the best day for gemini! |
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magma72
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| 20 Aug 2012 08:17 PM |
| (If magma doesn't make another Character, you can have the other Gemini.) |
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Afrikaisi
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| 20 Aug 2012 08:17 PM |
| (so why am I not accepted?) |
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| 20 Aug 2012 08:26 PM |
>Name: Tasha Wilcox A.ge: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Blue hoodie, jeans, black converse, and a Greek necklace representing my name. Spirit: Libra Bio: TBW Other: N/A Writing Sample:
Tasha
I walked down the street, wondering of what was to come.
Short and sweet XP<
Which should I bring up first? The fact you are floating clothing? Maybe the short and undescriptive Writing Sample? |
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Afrikaisi
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| 20 Aug 2012 08:29 PM |
| (. . . floating clothing wth? and ill redo the writing sample dude . . . you don't need to make me feel like I'm an idiot) |
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