Post by Triste on Dec 26, 2007 22:18:57 GMT -5
Name: Meghan or Meg. (Whichever you prefer.)
Age: I'm currently 16, soon to be 17.
Location: East Coaster.
How long have you been rping: Wow. A long time. Since I was 11. But...I don't claim some of my work from back in the day. Heh.
Favorite Thing: Drawing. I'm an artist. :]
Way for me to contact you: My e-mail. Or AIM: nucl3ar romanc3. That's all I have. Sorry...
Roleplay Sample:
The air was cold, much too cold for any normal person's liking. But, then again, some people weren't that normal at all. But...what was normal? No one can really say what is, or is not, normal. Though, Harley had a way of figuring things out. Her breath curled from her slightly parted mouth, the puffs of air curling around her delicate face. She was very beautiful, in a scary way. Her skin was pale, white even, and her hair was a deep blue-black color. Harley looked out among the people that crowded in the park.
She positively despised humans; however, she admired their idiocy. The way they were so gullible and easy to control make her skin crawl in delight. Literally. The bright blue veins beneath her pale, translucent skin moved excitedly. Harley had a bit of an issue with humans besides her bi-polar liking of them. She lived off of them. I suppose one could call her a cannibal, only her means of surviving off of them was much less, how to say, messy. Oh yes it was illegal, but it was how she lived.
Harley's frail fingers rounded into tight fists and she could feel her veins dancing merrily at the feel of the humans that were around her. God, she was starving. She bit her full bottom lip and turned her back to the groups of meals. Her body ached for the taste of human. It ached so terribly that she shut her yellow eyes and grunted in discomfort. She had to feed and soon.
Night fell slowly and people cleared out of the park. There were a few lovers here and there that had believed they'd found secluded spots. Boy, were they highly mistaken. Harley stumbled along the winding sidewalk, her tall leather heels clacking against the cement. Harley did not shiver once, even though she was scantily clad. She loved it cold. Then, when she fed, it was like eating ice cream.
Harley found a couple that were very secluded compared to the rest and crouched, taking in their smells through her nostrils. She could smell them so perfectly. Sweat. Hormones. Lust. Aggression. Every emotion rode on the wind like a train and entered her senses. God, they smelled glorious. As she neared them the female looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of Harley.
"Hey! Go away," The male grunted angrily, continuing his work on the female with no hesitation. Men were all the same.
Harley smiled and walked closer, her fingers unrolling from fists. Her veins rolled happily and she paused before them, smiling cruelly. She female trembled and clutched her lover,"What the hell?"
She held her hands out, palms towards the sky, and let out a grunt of happiness. Emerging from her wrists, her veins snaked through the air, writhing hungrily. The couple let out screams in vain as the veins inserted themselves into the victims. Harley closed her eyes and turned her face to the moon, glorious. Positively glorious. Feeding was the best feeling known to her.
If it is not apparent, then I will make things clear. Harley's veins sucked the blood from their own bodies, taking it into Harley's. This was her means of food. It wasn't very legal, but it was much cleaner then cannibalism, no?
((I'm a bit of a horror lover. I apologize if this is a very odd sample.))
Is it an Intro or Post: It could be either I suppose.
Average post length: I try to match my partner, but sometimes surpass them in length.
Age: I'm currently 16, soon to be 17.
Location: East Coaster.
How long have you been rping: Wow. A long time. Since I was 11. But...I don't claim some of my work from back in the day. Heh.
Favorite Thing: Drawing. I'm an artist. :]
Way for me to contact you: My e-mail. Or AIM: nucl3ar romanc3. That's all I have. Sorry...
Roleplay Sample:
The air was cold, much too cold for any normal person's liking. But, then again, some people weren't that normal at all. But...what was normal? No one can really say what is, or is not, normal. Though, Harley had a way of figuring things out. Her breath curled from her slightly parted mouth, the puffs of air curling around her delicate face. She was very beautiful, in a scary way. Her skin was pale, white even, and her hair was a deep blue-black color. Harley looked out among the people that crowded in the park.
She positively despised humans; however, she admired their idiocy. The way they were so gullible and easy to control make her skin crawl in delight. Literally. The bright blue veins beneath her pale, translucent skin moved excitedly. Harley had a bit of an issue with humans besides her bi-polar liking of them. She lived off of them. I suppose one could call her a cannibal, only her means of surviving off of them was much less, how to say, messy. Oh yes it was illegal, but it was how she lived.
Harley's frail fingers rounded into tight fists and she could feel her veins dancing merrily at the feel of the humans that were around her. God, she was starving. She bit her full bottom lip and turned her back to the groups of meals. Her body ached for the taste of human. It ached so terribly that she shut her yellow eyes and grunted in discomfort. She had to feed and soon.
Night fell slowly and people cleared out of the park. There were a few lovers here and there that had believed they'd found secluded spots. Boy, were they highly mistaken. Harley stumbled along the winding sidewalk, her tall leather heels clacking against the cement. Harley did not shiver once, even though she was scantily clad. She loved it cold. Then, when she fed, it was like eating ice cream.
Harley found a couple that were very secluded compared to the rest and crouched, taking in their smells through her nostrils. She could smell them so perfectly. Sweat. Hormones. Lust. Aggression. Every emotion rode on the wind like a train and entered her senses. God, they smelled glorious. As she neared them the female looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of Harley.
"Hey! Go away," The male grunted angrily, continuing his work on the female with no hesitation. Men were all the same.
Harley smiled and walked closer, her fingers unrolling from fists. Her veins rolled happily and she paused before them, smiling cruelly. She female trembled and clutched her lover,"What the hell?"
She held her hands out, palms towards the sky, and let out a grunt of happiness. Emerging from her wrists, her veins snaked through the air, writhing hungrily. The couple let out screams in vain as the veins inserted themselves into the victims. Harley closed her eyes and turned her face to the moon, glorious. Positively glorious. Feeding was the best feeling known to her.
If it is not apparent, then I will make things clear. Harley's veins sucked the blood from their own bodies, taking it into Harley's. This was her means of food. It wasn't very legal, but it was much cleaner then cannibalism, no?
((I'm a bit of a horror lover. I apologize if this is a very odd sample.))
Is it an Intro or Post: It could be either I suppose.
Average post length: I try to match my partner, but sometimes surpass them in length.
