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Post by Netsu on Mar 30, 2013 13:49:17 GMT -8
The time has come! You read all the rules, you want to join the board, you're excited, you're pumped, you have one step to go.
Post your application.
You can't roleplay until you've been accepted.
If the correct moderator isn't online to accept your profile, ask another for help. Show off your creative side!
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Post by Eliza on Mar 30, 2013 15:28:35 GMT -8
Name: Eliza
Age: 18
Preferred series: Full Metal Alchemist, Rosario + Vampire, Ouran High School Host Club, Hetalia, Death Note, Black Butler, InuYasha, Rurouni Kenshin, Blood +, and Soul Eater are amongst my favourites.
Roleplayed series: I think I’ll just list the most role-played ones, there are too many otherwise. Bleach, Yu-gi-Oh, Soul Eater, Full Metal Alchemist, Hetalia, Ouran High School Host Club, Air Gear, Black Butler, High school D&D, InuYasha, Death Note, Naruto, (Both the first, and second series) Hellsing, and Vampire Knight.
Roleplaying experience: Oh my… It has been a long time. Six? Seven years or so?
Gender played most of the time: Doesn’t matter to me.
Orientation: I am personally bisexual. It doesn’t matter what kind of pairings come up, as long as they aren’t forced.
Passcode: Green.
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
She leafed through a magazine absentmindedly, violet-red irises not even looking at the page, what was the point? Despite the calm manner she was putting off the raven haired female was far from feeling that way inside.
For some reason doctor’s visits always made her nervous. It was funny considering her parents were both surgeons. Maybe it was because it was always so unknown? They always seemed to rearrange things between visits, leaving the blind girl to rely on someone else to help her. That someone was sitting silently beside her, and Alex was doing her very best to ignore him.
She hadn’t even learned his name, she didn’t care to learn either. Not because she was spiteful, but because she simply didn’t like getting close to anyone. Simple as that.
Had she been able to look around she would have seen that there was a new coat of paint on the walls since her previous visit – not that she had seen the colour then – and it might have even made her smile. The once dull, pale gray was now a lively light blue, and framed pictures of birds, in assortments of bright colours lined the walls. The seating had been changed as well, some of it at least. Where a few chairs had once sat, now was a comfortable sofa, and small end tables in the corners were decorated with vases of various ferns, plastic, but still attractive.
Wondering about what the room looked like was from her mind though. She had let her mind wander, thinking about innate, pointless things up until a name being called caught her attention. It wasn’t her name though. With a sigh, she smoothed her small hands across her jeans, finding that they had grown slightly chilly.
Her simple black jeans and blue long-sleeved tee was usually fine for her in the spring months, but it had gotten chillier after she had gone out, and it didn’t seem a heater was running in the small doctors office. It wasn’t bothering her all that much though, really if anything it was helping to keep her calm.
Author's notes: Not much to put here really. I choose to use the very first character I created, the one that got me started with role-playing in the first place, Alexis Johanna Peterson, whom I have not used in a very long time, and yeah, that's about it!
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Post by Netsu on Mar 30, 2013 15:33:16 GMT -8
Accepted~ Now, it's your responsibility to accept other applications.
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Post by Shuboni on Mar 30, 2013 15:36:03 GMT -8
Name: Shuboni
Name: Shuboni, Shu, or any of my character's names.
Roleplaying experience: I've been roleplaying since 2005, but I was mediocre until 2009.
Preferred Pronouns: Use any pronouns, seriously.
Preferred Roleplay Gender: I'll play whatever's clever.
Orientation: I'll play anything.
Passcode: Green
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
Izzy hated the doctors. Ever since he was a kid and they found out about his allergies, he had been in and out of the doctor's offices every week for years. So many tests, pokes with needles and prodding to figure out his medical anomaly, that he was allergic to all animal products. Was it a protein? Was it all proteins? Why wasn't he allergic to himself? Once he got older, they found ways to mitigate, which were enough. Doctors still wanted to make him their test subject, to be the next thesis child, but he was able to get away from all that. Thankfully, he lived in a country where he needed to consent to be a test subject.
It had been years since he last had a checkup. He sat in the chair, waiting for the nurse to call him back. He tapped nervously, his feet beating a rhythm on the floor. What would the doctor find? Since the incident, he had not seen a doctor. He hadn't taken care of himself, either. This checkup was actually his first step towards getting better. He would either be given a course of drugs to go on to detox, or he would be given a clean bill and told he could work cold turkey. He would need meds for his allergies, which he planned on mentioning, and he might need something to help with his mental state. He wasn't holding himself together very well. The loss and the reaction he had to it made him go basically insane for two years.
Now, he was ready to try again. Izzy was determined to get back into shape, find a job, get better. Get help. Move on. The past would haunt him, but he told himself he wouldn't dwell. He could have days where he couldn't handle it, that was fine. He would tell the doctor, the doctor would help him with reasonable accommodations. Looking at the table, he found a magazine that might interest him. It was a National Geographic, with a beautiful water buffalo on the front. He snatched it up and started reading, his mind drifting off to places far away. He imagined what it would be like to pet the animals of the savanna, to run with the zebras or to pet a lion cub. The thought of travel, however, brought his mind dangerously close to thinking of his parents. The connection was made right as,
"Isaiah Johnston?" The nurse called. Izzy practically jumped out of his seat, the magazine falling to the floor, as he came to attention. He looked at the nurse meekly, picked up the magazine, and placed it back on the table. Then, making sure the magazine wouldn't fall, he followed after the nurse. They made a bit of small talk as she took him back to see the doctor. The distraction was enough to take his mind off the invasive thoughts, and focus instead on the future.
Author's notes: Isaiah Johnston is one of my catch-all characters, I can put him in about any situation. He has a way with animals, able to work with most any animal, except he's allergic to all of them. Whether it's the fur, feathers, scales, slime, other secretions, he's allergic to them all. He lost his parents at a pivotal point in his life, causing him to spiral out of control. I won't go into details as to what he did, let's just say it was really bad.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 17:34:04 GMT -8
Name: Momo.
Age: 16
Preferred series: Oh god... Hetalia , Witch blade, Soul Easter, Host club, FMA , Death Note. Tons... too many to name.
Roleplayed series: Death Note, Bleach, Host Club , Hetalia, FMA...
Roleplaying experience: Well, I think I role played for 1...2.... well 6 years. And then I stopped and came back to Role playing.
Gender played most of the time: Female, but Males too.
Orientation: I don't care, I'm for all of it. ^^; But please educate me I don't know how the male body works. XD
Passcode: Teal.
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
I'll be using an instantly made character named Rude. She's a female.
" Rude is back to visit us again? It must be a bad year or her This is her sixth visit this month..." one of the passing nurses whispered to her assistant. The woman swept a blonde bang away to the side as her Hazel contacts glance over towards a small frail girl sitting with a rather young man but they were about the same age, her head was held low. Reading a magazine on endangered species.. While the other glanced around the waiting room, even glancing over at the blonde nurse. Coldly looking away and checking his watch with an impatient scoff.
The frail girl's bangs were long enough to touch her nose, but it was swept neatly to the left along with her peach blonde hair, her sky blue eyes dancing along the pictures of Jaguars and quickly her eyes skimmed through the article on them. She wore a bright red and green Christmas sweater, her 'ears' were long,pointy, and stuck out of her wave locks like an elf's but they were obviously fake, her real ears were hidden under the pointy rubber ones. Green leggings covered her lower body, and finally black winter boots. A red rag sat on her lap, darker splotches of red hidden in the fabric.
The young man finally turned his head to the girl, analyzing her for about 10 seconds before lifting his arm and reaching over behind her. Tilting her body into a tight one-arm hug and resting his head on top of hers; though his face lay in a permanent cold glare towards nothing, his gestures and body motions spoke. Holding her closely and nuzzling his face into her hair that smelled of Gingerbread cookies, due to her new shampoo for the Christmas spirit.
"Don't get emotional Kindred... " The girls soft voice whispered, still reading the magazine. " You look funny when you get emotional." She closed the book and tossed it towards the empty seat next to her with a heavy sigh. " I'm OK, you don't need to look ugly over me ok?"
"Shut up Rude... That's why mom named you that, I can look as ugly as I like.."
"And mom named you Kindred because you're actually adopted."
His cold glaring expression weakened, sliding his arm up her shoulders and up her her head with a quick smack. She released a small giggle and he smiled, his emerald green eyes softening as he looked down at her peach locks with an adoring smile and even he laughed. Rude reaching over to ruffle his slightly darker peach blonde hair.
But the sweet sibling moment was cut short by a giggle that turned into a series of coughing.
The hospital fell deathly quiet as the girl jerked herself upward and grabbed the red rag that was once on her lap and now pressed on her mouth, face scrunched up and tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she wouldn't stop, her body slowly bending more and more forward as her coughs grew violent.. Kindred stood up instantly and leaned over to her, a look of horror on his face while his mind raced over all the logical things he should do. He looked at the blonde nurse , staring at her with a look of ' Help me please!' But she nurse's eyes held just about the same horror as his. She gasped with her hands cupping her mouth. Seeing the blood began to soak Rude's hands through the rag.
" We're in a hospital right!?! Where the hell is the help!?" He shouted in the waiting room, numbers of doctors pouring out of the room next to the counter and crouching over to Rude. One rubbing her back in circular motions, two others trying to coax her into standing up and walking with them to the ER until one carried her away bridal style.
The patients looked at lone and shocked Kindred with a look of concern, the same questions being asked:
Is she OK? Will she live!? Did you see all of that blood!? Someone pray for her...
He stood in the middle of it all, the small puddle of blood lay beside his feet....
And bloodied footprint of the man who carried her away leading to the now closed door. He slowly raised his arms to cup his face, hand shaking as his took deep breaths. Trying to pick hisself back up, he had to be there. His hands dropped to his side and he dragged his feet forward. Sliding pass the wall of worried civilians. " Excuse me.." he whispered...
Author's notes: (Anything else you have to say? Put it here.)
Eggnog. Gotta love Eggnog.
On serious terms: They're siblings. She has TB . Very bad TB...
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Post by Eliza on Mar 30, 2013 23:39:48 GMT -8
ShuboniApproved. Please enjoy the board, if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask. @moshimoshimomo Approved. I hope you enjoy the board, please feel free, and do not hesitate to ask if you need anything.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2013 18:13:40 GMT -8
Name: Butterfly ^^
Age: 15
Preferred series: Hetalia, D.Gray-man, Death Note, Black Butler, Deltora Quest
Roleplayed series: Hetalia, Death Note, Black Butler
Roleplaying experience: About a year or so, though I’ve been writing for a long while
Gender played most of the time: Male, though I have no problem RPing femals
Orientation: I’m pansexual, so I don’t care ^^ I’ll RP anything
Passcode: Royal purple
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
“Oh dear God… look at them all watching me…” a dark haired girl grumbled to herself in a hushed, strained voice. Light brown eyes darted every which way over the faces of the other people in this area. The faces held nothing to her; they were just blobs of sickly flesh with soulless eyes, just a bundle of cells carelessly thrown together. Nervously, she tugged at the dark hoodie she had thrown over her body in rush, not even caring enough to check if the clothing was clean, it didn’t matter to her how she appeared to the naked eye.
A small child with curly locks sneezed twice near her which caused her to wrinkle up her nose in disgust. Germy little brats... she sighed, it was a lonely sound that was lost amongst the noise produced by the television playing a rerun of some old soap opera that no one appeared to be watching and drowned out by the shrieks emitted by squirmy little children. Another migraine was coming along.
“Mommy, mommy, look at me,” One boy cried out, alerting his mother on how he was managing to balance on one leg.
“I see that,” the mother, a woman with bag under her eyes and greasy brown hair, stated with fake enthusiasm, not even looking over at the boy.
“You’re not looking,” He whined, the octave high and irritating. The dark haired girl gnashed her teeth together at the whinny sound, her blood boiling.
Pull yourself together, Jeanette, it’s just a whinny little spawn of the devil, nothing else. Breath… She exhaled and pulled in another breath, trying to remain calm and collected. Turning her attention away from the shrieking brat, she spotted a magazine that promoted eating healthy.
Boring
Knocking it off of the small pile onto the floor, she gazed over the next magazine that made her snort. It was just a simple collection of photos that contained stars in tight bikinis and ridiculous titles such as “Who’s the father” and other pointless commentary that showed the ugliness of humans.
“Achoo!” roared a noise near her ear. Startled, her head snapped over to the direction of the annoying child and before she could hold back, she snapped.
“Can it over there, you filthy swine!” her words were accented and cruel. The mother turned towards the girl with fury in her eyes.
“How dare you talk to my son like that!?” she cried out. Jeanette snorted and didn’t bother t respond, the mother was weak-minded and just wouldn’t understand.
“Jeanette Ungerstein,” the nurse called in a bored voice. With a smug smile on her lips, Jeanette strolled pass the fuming mother and the shocked child, knowing that she was superior.
Author's notes: This was just an OC I made up out of the blue, I love playing sneering characters.
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Post by Eliza on Mar 31, 2013 19:39:22 GMT -8
@brokenbutterfly
Accepted. Lovely application. Please enjoy the thread, and do not hesitate to ask if you need anything!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2013 19:38:40 GMT -8
Name: Fyre is fine. ^^
Age: 15
Preferred series: Hetalia, but I'm trying to get into other series
Roleplayed series: Kinda silly roleplays mostly. I am doing one with a friend where we slowly take over the world one country at a time. We're making it into a fic called "Blood Stainted Banner". It made me cry doing some scenes. ;(
Roleplaying experience: Maybe a few weeks? I really don't know.
Gender played most of the time: Mostly female, but I can write from the male perspective fairly easily.
Orientation: I'm strictly hetero. I'll do brotherly/ sisterly love, but I won't rp yaoi or yuri.
Passcode: Teal
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
I'm so bored! Mergh... I look about me. And old lady with a walker flips through a gardening magazine. It almost intrigues me for a half second, then I realize what I'm doing. Dawn! Stop being so ADD!
But ADD is fun...
Shut up other me! I brush a bit of brown hair out of my face and go back to being bored as heck. On such days, I would normally have a sketchpad or notebook, but I was in quite a rush this morning. My older sister forgot to wake me a seven like I asked, meaning I hardly had any time to shower before my nine o' clock appointment! I lean back in the over-stuffed chair, soft jazz music playing from the secretary's desk. Life is jank.
No, just your life.
I said shut up!
Maybe I don't want to.
Ignoring you! Lalalalalalalalala~!
Because that'll work.
Shut thy face.
Come at me bro.
A nurse enters the waiting room, a clipboard in hand. "Dawn Crest?" she asks, looking up from the board to scan the small crowd in that room.
I stand up, grabbing my purse off the floor. "Y- yeah. That would be me." I stutter. Omg, why did I do that?!
Because you're an idiot?
I said shut it!
Make me!
RAWR! I'm a freakin' dinosaur b####!
The nurse gives me an odd look. "Miss?"
I blink in confusion at her. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Following~!"
Smooth...
Shut your face!
Author's notes: If you're wondering what just happened in that mini-story.... I don't even know. I just had an idea and rolled with it. I've never even used that character before! XD
Also... it's 10:35 at night... so that might have something to do with it. Sorry it sucks. XP
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Post by Shuboni on Apr 1, 2013 19:56:44 GMT -8
Hmm.
You have a lot of potential, Fyre, but from this example post, I can tell you need practice.
Don't take this as an insult, but an opportunity to prove me wrong.
Eliza will make the final decision, but I would suggest cutting out some of the thought dialog and including more observational writing. Take Momo's post for example.
She described what was happening, what the characters saw, what they noticed, what they felt. She had a lot of description in her post. "His cold glaring expression weakened", "The hospital fell deathly quiet."
Momo made a situation that was interesting to write about. Imagine being an onlooker in that situation.
I know first person thoughts can be fun to write, especially when the character is kind of random and exciting, but it can take away from the quality of the overall story.
I would also suggest trying to write in third person. It's easier to think of how to include these observations and feelings into your posts. "She was visibly arguing with herself, fidgeting in her seat. Anyone watching her at that moment would be able to tell that she had some kind of mental problem. Some of the other people in the waiting room started talking about her, hushed whispers. This annoyed her, but didn't hold her attention long enough to take interest."
Try revising it, show us how much talent you have.
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Post by Eliza on Apr 1, 2013 22:49:52 GMT -8
@fyreflare
I apologize but your application is not accepted. You are more than welcome to do as Shuboni suggested and revise it. Right now however, it needs some work.
I can see some great potential in you, it just needs to be refined a bit.
If you need help, I would be happy to lend a hand in aiding you. Also, I think you should take Shuboni's suggestions into mind, they were very good ones that would prove helpful to you.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 0:08:52 GMT -8
Name: Nien
Age: Eighteen
Preferred series: Anohana // Blue exorcist // Arcana Famiglia // Muv-Luv Alternative: Total Eclipse // Hyouka // Akane Iro Ni Somaru Saka // Angel Beats // Zetsuen No Tempest // Kore Wa Zombie Desu ka // Black Rock shooter // Ben-to // Mirei Nikki // Guilty Crown // No. 6 // Usagi Drop // Hidan No Aria // Onna to Seishun Otoko // Dead Man's wonderland // Gosick // IS. Infinite Stratos // Beelzebub // Yumekui Merry // Blazblue // Original Rp's
Roleplayed series: Original Rp's
Roleplaying experience: I've been off and on, So I'd have to say maybe 6 months
Gender played most of the time: I usually play Male, However if the rp is good enough. And it's required that I play a girl, only then will I play a girl.
Orientation: Heterosexual Male x Female (When playing a girl) Female x Female
Passcode: Royal blue
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
X sit's silently surveying the inhabitants of this oh so humid room. Compact with germ infested children and adults alike. Glancing deep into their depressing eyes as they fall in line alphabetically. One by one entering and exiting room 208 with the same dread and despair they shouldered upon their arrival. Moaning, and groaning in pain while watching the seconds on the clock pass by slowly. The only salvation from this dreadful atmosphere was the knowledge x possessed. Knowing full well sooner or later his/her name would flow from the speakers located above his head. A sweet melody that cannot be replaced. x Turned the page. Paying virtually no attention to the car ads that seemed to be plastered on every page of this home improvement book. For, his/her interest had been peaked by the youth practically clawing at the only means of escape. Very entertaining, what a horrible person he/she had become.
x was so busy watching other people he/she didn't realize the room had began filling with gas. He/she glanced backwards but the view was like a mirror image to the front of him/her. Their was no sunlight, and this ominous mist seemed to be seeping from every direction covering his/her ankles then his/her entire body. He/she closed his/her eyes for a moment only to return to a strange area that resembled something you'd see in a story book of some kind. A yellow plateau with a single tree standing in the distance. Beneath it, a girl with bleach blond hair and red eyes similar to his/her own. She wore a white dress with suspenders or something he/she couldn't be sure. She smiled warmly and motioned him/her to approach her which he/she did. "Um..". He/she began to speak but was quickly hushed by her soft finger pressing against his lips. 'Just listen'. She said before leaning back against the hard exterior of the oak tree. 'Have you ever imagined a world. Completely separate from your own? A closed space created by a random though or perhaps a dream that you completely over looked?'. What was she rambling on about? He/she couldn't follow the conversation nor did he/she understand why she was spouting such nonsense to a complete stranger. Or his/her reasons for being here and the method of how he/she got here.
This mysterious girl was familiar. Though he/she couldn't place a finger on exactly why this odd persona and optimistic attitude definitely appeared before him/her sometime in his/her life. A pool, the park the school.. no nothing so trivial. His/her dreams. "That's just as you said. A dream or rather an active imagination. There aren't any closed spaces outside of our universal rift. No dream land, nothing". He/she answered firmly and a little blunt but she seemed to completely overlook it. 'Ah, but how can you be sure that your world is the real world? Because it's inhabited by people that you assume are living because they draw breath? Or share similar warmth to your own?'. "That's...". He/she fell silent. Stumped for the first time in his/her life, completely incapable of answering a question presented before him/her. The wind picked up shuffling their hair and the blades of grass caressing their fingers. 'This world, you created this. All of this and granted me access with the ability to touch you for this first time today. If real is what you can taste, touch ,smell or see. Then what you consider real is only a manipulation of all of your standard senses'. She stood up, sliding closer before retaking her place next to him/her. Her shoulder was prompted against his own for only a second before placing his head onto her lap. The girl stroked his/her hair, similar to how a lover would caress the person they love.
Her scent resembled fresh apples, her skin was soft and this persona she gave off made him/her comfortable around her. The feeling he received when she spoke made his/her heart skip a beat. Is this... love? Something he/she so strongly detests. He/she had become captivated by. He/she wanted to stay here, stay with her, nothing else seemed to matter. The school, his/her home life, his/her parents. All drifted into the back of his/her mind and labeled unnecessary. However, you can never be sure what's fact and fiction. It's all in what you believe. You create fact and fiction. "Who are you?". He/she asked without a moment of hesitation. My name is Mary. These worlds, can never reach the point where you can consider it fact. Therefore, it's all fiction. Remember that. We shall meet again.
x opened his/her eyes. Tugging at the cold chains suspending him/her just above the cold, steel table. Blood rushed down the side of his/her head and the strong scent of death filled his/her nostrils. His/her head hurt. And the images around him/her were too blurry to make out. He/she had been abducted. His/her ears were tormented by the scraping rust dragging along the ground. Someone in the distance begged for mercy. And ultimately hushed just as quickly. The hairs on the back of his/her neck stood tall. He/she could hear his/her heart pounding against the interior of his/her ear. x was next.
Author's notes: If you don't understand what happened. The room was actually just a place to gather people with a certain blood type. In this case A+ After being smoked with sleeping gas x was hauled away into a unknown area where they were killing all of those people for their organs. The point of the girl in the story was to explain a revolving question that had been filling his/her head. While also snagging his attention away from his/her real situation. And also giving him/her a hint on how to escape it.
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Post by Shuboni on Apr 2, 2013 0:29:22 GMT -8
@nien
Eliza can still override my decision on this, but I think your application is acceptable. Go ahead and explore the board. Refer friends. Start roleplays.
The contests are open to anyone. If you have any questions, concerns, see any bugs, have any suggestions, let us know!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 3:28:57 GMT -8
Name: (What you prefer to be called.) Sim,Simona,Talija,Rada,Popo, add any other name you wish.
Age: (How old are you?) 22
Preferred series: (List your favorite anime series in this section) My favorite are: One piece. Digimon,Helsing,Black battler,hetalia etc.
But I would like to rp Hetalia, Digimon (no parings),Bleach(anything is fine), maybe a few other series and crossovers. Original work any time.
Roleplayed series: Only hetalia as in fandoms. But I rped a hell lot of original works. My guild WORST(Writing Our Random Stories Together) had several rpes of the big size going on. One of my all time faves were the Monster rp and the war rp whit 3 kingdoms that were manipulating each other. And the space/spy....well I may say that I rped neopets too... but I dont count that.
Roleplaying experience: (How long have you been roleplaying? Days? Months? Years?) hm... it has 3 or more years I think.
Gender played most of the time: (Do you only play male? Or female? Or does it even matter?) Doesnt matter.
Orientation: (Sounds personal but we only want to know what you're willing to play. MalexMale, FemalexFemale, MalexFemale. If it doesn't matter, just state it here.) Mostly it depends on the fandom I rp. Hetalia I dont mind anything. Original works I dont mind either too. Digimon I do not roleplay romantic. Bleach I prefer yaoi. DBZ prefer hetero. And so on. if you are interested it is best to ask me for that serie what I like.
Passcode: (Read the rules through and through? You'll know what to put here.) Brown
Post Example: Your character is stuck in the waiting room to see a doctor. It's just for a checkup. There's a few other people in the waiting room, along with a few magazines there. Write what your character does:
(We need an example, so we're going to give the writing floor to you. Try to write as long of a post as you can, with as much fluff as you can. Use your own character or a character from your favorite series. Replace only what is in parenthesis!) *has no idea what parenthesis! mean?*
He yawned. He was getting bored waiting to come to the doctor. Mentally scolding himself for not brining a book to read as he was seeing a woman only two seat away from him did. And just like always he was doing when bored he, closed his eyes and started thinking. Slowly slipping inside his own mind. But still being aware from the nurse calling the next patience name, aware from the foot steps and opening and closing of doors. Still all the sounds were put a bit back in his inner mind. What should he think about today, now? He could have just looked at the magazines, but he hated that. It was against his nature to toss time at nothing or better said toss his time away at stupid gossiping. Maybe he could think of that now? How much human were in need to gossip and look in other people lives.
A strong couching from a boy with his grandpa.
Or maybe he could think about the ill? He was only on a check up, because of his sport teacher didnt wanted to let him in the team with out one. Sometimes the administration was a pain. Good being organized sure helps and all, but there were moments if someone was too organizing something, that something would only end up staying still, all but paralyzed by the organization. He sighed, the next name was called. He should be next or not?
Opening his eyes he looked at his watch. He was already a long while here. Not being in the righ mood to start a debate with himself, he leaned into his seat and secretly peeked into the book the woman was reading. She noticed him and looked up to him, question look in her eyes.
"Sorry, was just wondering which book you are reading?"
He said awkwardly smiling. She showed him the cover page of the book instead of saying it herself. He eyes and attention going back to the imaginary world captured on the papers. And he? He was left again whit out anything to do. He let his mind wander around his attention jumping from one thing to another, trying to consume the time left to his self being called. He wasnt good at just sitting and doing nothing. He stood up walking a few steps and looking at the info board, there must be something to occupe his mind with. But all the information was of not interested to him. Just as he was to actually give up and look at the magazines he disliked, he heard the door open, the smiling black haired nurse calling his name. And he walked with her to the doc.
"Good the wait didnt lasted any longer" He commented, but didnt receive any response from her. Sighing once again he went to get checked up.
Author's notes: (Anything else you have to say? Put it here.)
Dunno.
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Post by Eliza on Apr 2, 2013 20:48:04 GMT -8
@miizama
Accepted. Your post example was spectacular. Please enjoy the board, if you need anything just ask.
@simona
Accepted. I know English isn't your first language so I am not worried about errors in spelling or that sort of thing, however, and this is more for future applicants than for you, so they don't complain that I get onto one of them, and not you for spelling errors.
@future applicants
If English is not your first language then I understand and will not expect it to be perfect (I wouldn't expect that from anyone, I know mistakes can be made); however, if English is your first language and you typ lyk dis, or missspel alot of wurds, I will kindly correct you, and explain to you what it was that was wrong.
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