Post by Pan on Jan 5, 2008 17:15:19 GMT -5
Name: Cat or Kya or whatever you want to call me
Age:
Location: New Hampshire
How long have you been RPing: 4-5 years
Favorite Thing: Singing, acting, theater, Martial Arts (black belt whooo), Role-playing (duh XD)
Contact: CatcassSar@aol.com
CatcassSar <-- AIM
Waterlynx414 <-- YIM
Role-play Sample:
It was twilight, that feigning time between day and night when the shadows were just long enough to begin concealing any dangers that might lurk in the night air. There air was cool, just cold enough for a jacket, but not freezing yet. The streets were relatively empty at that time, most people home eating with their families. Only a few people wandered back and forth.
Constantine lurked in the small shadows of the street, dark circles under his eyes. All in all, he looked a bit worse for the wear, but most of all, he appeared to be tired. In reality, he was starving. He wanted to feel full again, but he hadn't felt that way since he had been changed by Max. He tried eating just regular food, but that didn't fill him either. If anything it made him hungrier. Now he was at a loss of what to do.
Well that wasn't entirely true. He knew what he had to do. He just didn't want to do it. And every moment he was exposed, it was another moment he feared his family would find out what had happened. He didn't want to see his parents hate him even more, have Vincent loathe him more then he already did... they'd probably tell his sister he was a terrible person too... Then his extended family wouldn't be proud. He hadn't realized that his other grandfather, the one Max gave him, belonged to a rival family.
He knew what he needed to do now, he just... didn't know how. No, another lie. He knew how, he just didn't know if he could do it... He glanced down both sides of the street, only seeing one man coming. His one chance to tame this gnawing hunger. He waited until the man was closer before putting on an act of sickness. He tried not to pay too much attention as the man helped him back up from the street (that he didn't remember falling on...) and began leading him off. However, as they passed a much darker connecting street, Constantine grabbed the man's arm.
He tried wrestling him down, that didn't really work. He had never been strong, and being this hungry didn't help things. He didn't know what to do, he was failing! Panicking, he just bit down into the man's neck hard. But the man screamed, he tasted blood, and he panicked. He released him, trembling a bit. His body had a taste. It was nice, but new... and didn't taste what he expected it to. And the man screamed, which made him nervous and scared. He watched the man beginning to run before he realized just that- the man was beginning to run.
Constantine panicked, and tried to run after him, some blood dripping from his mouth to the pavement. He couldn't let the man escape with evidence of vampires... then his family would hate him, Max would hate him... everyone. However, he ended up tripping and falling, plowing face-first into pavement. The only thing he could think of then was how his tears were too salty, and where he could possibly go to escape everyone's hate.
Is it an Intro or Post?: This was an introduction to a thread
Average Post Length: This usually depends on the post before mine, but on average, I post about 3-5 paragraphs. If I’m really inspired/connected to the plot or character, it gets closer to 5-8.
Age:
Location: New Hampshire
How long have you been RPing: 4-5 years
Favorite Thing: Singing, acting, theater, Martial Arts (black belt whooo), Role-playing (duh XD)
Contact: CatcassSar@aol.com
CatcassSar <-- AIM
Waterlynx414 <-- YIM
Role-play Sample:
It was twilight, that feigning time between day and night when the shadows were just long enough to begin concealing any dangers that might lurk in the night air. There air was cool, just cold enough for a jacket, but not freezing yet. The streets were relatively empty at that time, most people home eating with their families. Only a few people wandered back and forth.
Constantine lurked in the small shadows of the street, dark circles under his eyes. All in all, he looked a bit worse for the wear, but most of all, he appeared to be tired. In reality, he was starving. He wanted to feel full again, but he hadn't felt that way since he had been changed by Max. He tried eating just regular food, but that didn't fill him either. If anything it made him hungrier. Now he was at a loss of what to do.
Well that wasn't entirely true. He knew what he had to do. He just didn't want to do it. And every moment he was exposed, it was another moment he feared his family would find out what had happened. He didn't want to see his parents hate him even more, have Vincent loathe him more then he already did... they'd probably tell his sister he was a terrible person too... Then his extended family wouldn't be proud. He hadn't realized that his other grandfather, the one Max gave him, belonged to a rival family.
He knew what he needed to do now, he just... didn't know how. No, another lie. He knew how, he just didn't know if he could do it... He glanced down both sides of the street, only seeing one man coming. His one chance to tame this gnawing hunger. He waited until the man was closer before putting on an act of sickness. He tried not to pay too much attention as the man helped him back up from the street (that he didn't remember falling on...) and began leading him off. However, as they passed a much darker connecting street, Constantine grabbed the man's arm.
He tried wrestling him down, that didn't really work. He had never been strong, and being this hungry didn't help things. He didn't know what to do, he was failing! Panicking, he just bit down into the man's neck hard. But the man screamed, he tasted blood, and he panicked. He released him, trembling a bit. His body had a taste. It was nice, but new... and didn't taste what he expected it to. And the man screamed, which made him nervous and scared. He watched the man beginning to run before he realized just that- the man was beginning to run.
Constantine panicked, and tried to run after him, some blood dripping from his mouth to the pavement. He couldn't let the man escape with evidence of vampires... then his family would hate him, Max would hate him... everyone. However, he ended up tripping and falling, plowing face-first into pavement. The only thing he could think of then was how his tears were too salty, and where he could possibly go to escape everyone's hate.
Is it an Intro or Post?: This was an introduction to a thread
Average Post Length: This usually depends on the post before mine, but on average, I post about 3-5 paragraphs. If I’m really inspired/connected to the plot or character, it gets closer to 5-8.
