Post by `MiSS.hollyw00d• on Feb 18, 2008 13:54:17 GMT -5
Hello, there . . .
My name is Haley
[/font]My name is Haley
I am fifteen[/font] years old,
and have been roleplaying for six to seven[/font] years.
My favorite genre to roleplay is anything modern[/font].
My least favorite genre to roleplay is historical/past[/font].
To tell you the truth, I think I should be placed into verse[/font] because I feel that my own style shines out in my posts well, and I don't usually have any spelling/grammatical errors in my posts.[/font].
Oh, I forgot to tell you – I heard about this site from an advertisement on another site[/font].
So, here's my first roleplay example; it's genre is fantasy/schooling-- Harry Potter[/font].[/center]
The bottoms of the Ravenclaw’s black ballet flats made a slight thudding on the cool stone, and she pulled her navy blue pea coat up around her gently¯without the body heat from the maniacal children running around on the main streets, the temperature had easily dropped five degrees. As she took a few more slow steps ahead, she saw something about twenty feet away; something moving about twenty feet away. What if this wasn’t the right street? What if this was a trap? Who was the tall and mysterious man in front of her? She walked a little farther down the building-laden street, and saw an opening. Soft light was spilling down on a tall figure wearing a brown hoodie. This place must have been a semi-meeting place for something, as the buildings were spaced further apart and the street widened.
"Cieran, you low-life son-of-a-bitch." Eleazar said, the words gliding off of her tongue in her trademark slightly-gravely, barely-above-a-whisper voice. The voice that had driven many boys to near sanity. A sly smile spread across her red-stained lips as she spoke. "You’re damn-lucky I found this place. If I hadn’t …" she trailed off slightly, breathing in the musky air, "… who knows what I might have been obliged to do?"
The pale-in-a-good-way girl stood with one leg practically parallel with the other, her left hip jutted flirtatiously; a ring-clad hand propped against said hip. In Eleazar’s opinion, she looked damn-good today: her new dark-wash, extremely skinny-legged jeans hugged her in all the right places, and dark grey of her long, v-neck sweater clashed with the color of her eyes and the navy of her jacket. Her medium-length chestnut hair was pin straight and slightly messy.
"How long have you been here?" [/ul][/size]
And here's my second example; it's genre is modern – boarding school
[/font].[/center]When Dom suggested that the go for some food, Charlie was overjoyed. In short, Dom was hot. The two had dated a while back, and it had ended because they were just fighting too much. Guess that’s what you get for dating a girl who was smarter than you by a few more than 50 IQ points. But the sex was good, and they got along when they weren’t going at it (meaning both in bed and in arguments). Anyways, that’s where he was going -- the Chinese diner towards the edge of town. Holy shit, he thought, this was where Dom and my first date was. It wasn’t exactly in Charlie’s nature to remember things like this, but it was that night that they screwed around, and it was great.
As soon as Charles signed off of his instant messenger -- too lazy and overjoyed to even slap up an away message -- he jumped up, a sudden burst of energy pulsing through him. He had gotten a shower after lax practice earlier, but he hadn’t thought about having plans later that evening. Therefore, he had thrown on a pair of sweatpants and pulled a light grey hoodie on after practice -- and then he crashed on the couch in the lounge for about four hours, only to wake up and go up to his room and sign onto AIM. After chatting to a few of his buddies and randomly browsing his friends’ MySpaces, he noticed that Dom had signed on. He needed some sweet, intellectual lovin’, and it seemed that Dominique was the perfect candidate. But he figured she wouldn’t go for it. And then she invited him to go out, and it saved him the effort. Hell, yeah, I’m gettin’ some tonight, he thought. Hell, he could have gotten it from anyone in the school if he really wanted it, but tonight he was looking for something a little more familiar.
As he walked down the street towards the restaurant -- he had parked his black Corvette around the corner -- he looked down at his clothes. He had slid into the shower as soon as he signed offline, and then headed out. His dark-wash jeans were almost black in the darkness of the night, and his pale blue button-down shirt was completely buttoned under the light-tan leather jacket that his sister had gotten him last year for Christmas. Anyways. . . He pulled his black scarf around his neck a little tighter and walked into the semi-crowded diner. Charlie glanced around the room, totally ignoring the person in front of him -- he couldn’t spot Dom. And then he saw the blonde in front of him, a green scarf wrapped around her own neck.
A few million ideas running through his head, he decided on the easiest -- scaring the living shit out of her. He walked a few paces and wrapped his arms around her middle, smelling in the scent he was so used to. “Scarlett.”[/ul][/size]
I would prefer it if you read my first
[/font] sample more thoroughly, because I like that character better, and I feel that I got her personality out more on it – also known as better characterization (:.[/font].Is there anything else that I needed to tell you? Oh, by the way, administration edit[/font].
Pssst . . . see, this wasn't hard, was it? Of course, I fudged it a bit at the top, why with where I should be placed and where I found the site. What I have done above is what I expect all application forms to look like![/font][/center]
