Post by William on Dec 22, 2007 20:14:32 GMT -5
Name: William (Will)
Age: Old enough
Location: California
How long have you been role-playing? Since I was a youngster, probably around 11 or 12.
Favourite Thing(s): Girls, books, cruising and gainers.
Way for be to contact you: Check out my profile, I will put everything there.
Role-playing Sample:
The young man remained quite, his eyes trained on the floor, shoulders thrusted back so that he indeed looked very statuesque. The pale profile of his face was turned to the court, a soft sheen caressing off the sharp planes of his face, making his already pale pallor look shockingly white. His father stood to the right of him, a beast of a man that he could only revere as a king, nevertheless a father figure. There were discussing him, perhaps his infidelity, maybe even his lack of king-ly desire. He wouldn’t care though; he would just steel his gaze to the public and ignore them. lalalalala…lalala he turned this phrase over and over again in his mind, his unseemly large hands balled into tight fists at his side.
Young Prince Alexander would perhaps never be what the kingdom needed as a ruler – never would he be strong and heartless as his father. It wasn’t that he had a lack of gall, he probably had too much of that, but a socialite he would never be. Public affairs made him irritable, grand dinners with stuffy guests made him loose his appetite, and the girls. God, just shoot him now. It wasn’t his cup of tea, just the thought of sipping it made him gag.
Now, then, there was the dreadful fact that he was the only heir. Either his father get busy really fast, or he would have to find some cleverer way to slip out of this impeded occupation. The thrown sat like an ugly, overly bedecked, most uncomfortable seat, the lavish jeweled back looking mighty like some unconventional form of torture. But Alexander wouldn’t moan, wouldn’t groan, but rather swallow his pride – and scheme.
Average post length: I tend to write a lot, sorry for the sad excuse of a sample above. A solid four of five paragraphs would do.
Age: Old enough
Location: California
How long have you been role-playing? Since I was a youngster, probably around 11 or 12.
Favourite Thing(s): Girls, books, cruising and gainers.
Way for be to contact you: Check out my profile, I will put everything there.
Role-playing Sample:
The young man remained quite, his eyes trained on the floor, shoulders thrusted back so that he indeed looked very statuesque. The pale profile of his face was turned to the court, a soft sheen caressing off the sharp planes of his face, making his already pale pallor look shockingly white. His father stood to the right of him, a beast of a man that he could only revere as a king, nevertheless a father figure. There were discussing him, perhaps his infidelity, maybe even his lack of king-ly desire. He wouldn’t care though; he would just steel his gaze to the public and ignore them. lalalalala…lalala he turned this phrase over and over again in his mind, his unseemly large hands balled into tight fists at his side.
Young Prince Alexander would perhaps never be what the kingdom needed as a ruler – never would he be strong and heartless as his father. It wasn’t that he had a lack of gall, he probably had too much of that, but a socialite he would never be. Public affairs made him irritable, grand dinners with stuffy guests made him loose his appetite, and the girls. God, just shoot him now. It wasn’t his cup of tea, just the thought of sipping it made him gag.
Now, then, there was the dreadful fact that he was the only heir. Either his father get busy really fast, or he would have to find some cleverer way to slip out of this impeded occupation. The thrown sat like an ugly, overly bedecked, most uncomfortable seat, the lavish jeweled back looking mighty like some unconventional form of torture. But Alexander wouldn’t moan, wouldn’t groan, but rather swallow his pride – and scheme.
Average post length: I tend to write a lot, sorry for the sad excuse of a sample above. A solid four of five paragraphs would do.