Post by cheshire on Dec 20, 2007 0:29:24 GMT -5
I think this goes here...
Name: Call me Cheshire.
Age: Older than time. But under twenty. xD
Location: Southern United States.
How long have you been rping: On and off for about three years.
Favourite Thing: Imagination. And the smell of chocolate chip cookies...Imagining the smell of chocolate chip cookies.
Way for me to contact you:
email: flytemagic@yahoo.com
Roleplay Sample:
The pale white blades of the windmill revolved slowly, turning inch by inch in a neverending circle. The soft breeze that blew over the plains was barely enough to keep it moving.
At the base of the structure sat a young boy, as still as the concrete he lay against. Eyes the color of storm clouds flickered aross the rolling green hills, the gently waving grass. In one smooth movement, the boy called Johnathan Zephyr got to his feet with deceptive grace. His impish features showed no emotion. Slowly, with an air of reverence, he removed something from the gray bag that sat at his side.
It was a boomerang.
Not jut any boomerang, but a weapon. It was made of lightweight metal, ends sharpened to dangerous points. Anything in the way of this, when thrown, would not return.
His pale hands a blur, John threw it out into the distance, a flashing blur of steel. It circled one, twice, and came to rest in his hand. He bared white teeth in a smile, and began a series of movement that seemed an intricate dance.
The boomerang dipped and swerved, circling, flying over and around him. He snatched it out of the air only to set it free again, a boy playing with a lethal metal butterfly.
With one final twirl, Johnathan stopped the boomerang, panting heavily as he dropped to his knees. That pattern had taken muh practice, a delicate combination of strength and timing that had required more skill than the simple throws he was used to.
John allowed himself a grin. He had done it.
And then he began again.
Is it an Intro or Post: Just a random post that I came up with. It was a nice image.
Average post length: Er, I dunno. Three paragraphs-ish?
Name: Call me Cheshire.
Age: Older than time. But under twenty. xD
Location: Southern United States.
How long have you been rping: On and off for about three years.
Favourite Thing: Imagination. And the smell of chocolate chip cookies...Imagining the smell of chocolate chip cookies.
Way for me to contact you:
email: flytemagic@yahoo.com
Roleplay Sample:
The pale white blades of the windmill revolved slowly, turning inch by inch in a neverending circle. The soft breeze that blew over the plains was barely enough to keep it moving.
At the base of the structure sat a young boy, as still as the concrete he lay against. Eyes the color of storm clouds flickered aross the rolling green hills, the gently waving grass. In one smooth movement, the boy called Johnathan Zephyr got to his feet with deceptive grace. His impish features showed no emotion. Slowly, with an air of reverence, he removed something from the gray bag that sat at his side.
It was a boomerang.
Not jut any boomerang, but a weapon. It was made of lightweight metal, ends sharpened to dangerous points. Anything in the way of this, when thrown, would not return.
His pale hands a blur, John threw it out into the distance, a flashing blur of steel. It circled one, twice, and came to rest in his hand. He bared white teeth in a smile, and began a series of movement that seemed an intricate dance.
The boomerang dipped and swerved, circling, flying over and around him. He snatched it out of the air only to set it free again, a boy playing with a lethal metal butterfly.
With one final twirl, Johnathan stopped the boomerang, panting heavily as he dropped to his knees. That pattern had taken muh practice, a delicate combination of strength and timing that had required more skill than the simple throws he was used to.
John allowed himself a grin. He had done it.
And then he began again.
Is it an Intro or Post: Just a random post that I came up with. It was a nice image.
Average post length: Er, I dunno. Three paragraphs-ish?
