Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[Clowesia]

We need stamps. B|

Or like badges or something. ;o

[galaxyglitch]

True, true. I don't know how to make stamps myself. SO I am of no help.

[keydemon]

I dunno how to make stamps either, but we need 'em, so we can scout out semi-literate RPers and steal them for our RPs! xD

[BlissfulFarrago]

*knows how to make stamps* C: *scuttles off to make stamp*

*and to update list* Dx

[Gatanitazul]

How do you make a stamp? I've always wanted to know, so maybe I'll make one someday

Anyways, I am super bored, so off to the RPs

[BlissfulFarrago]

You need to download a stamp outline template. :3 Then use an art program, preferably one that can use layers(GIMP is a okay free one if you don't have one), and edit it. P:


It's simple, but I like it. C:


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[galaxyglitch]

You need to download a stamp outline template. :3 Then use an art program, preferably one that can use layers(GIMP is a okay free one if you don't have one), and edit it. P:


It's simple, but I like it. C:


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Hah, I'm too lazy and too dumb to do any of that awesome technological stuff. :3

[Teacup-old]

Username: Teacup
Favorite type of RP: I like most animal RPs, but I'm willing to do anything pretty much.
Sample of writing:
One:
Day squealed. This was the ump-teeth time little Jess wanted to put lipstick on him.He clawed at her hands,unafraid of what awaited him for clawing the five-year-old's hands. He had done it before, but he was punished. He got to have the scare of being in a plastic ball in a small area while the family's Great Dane chewed on it, totally unsafe. The little girl's whines were music to his ears. The more she cried the better his chance was of escaping. His little sharp claws pricked her hands until they bled, when he was finally dropped on the floor sending the little girl squealing back to her mother with bloody hands. What had he done? His little heart couldn't take another scare from the Dane!

He sulked in his own sadness, unaware of the towering beast just behind him. The Dane's nose and lips were hanging down, creating the perfect horror scene. Damian finally noticed the long shadow cast upon him. He gulped, hard. He didn't want to look back, he wanted it all to disappear before his eyes. He had to face it, though, he knew. He timidly peeked behind himself, looking at the the black and white mass, it's black ears hanging like mile long highways. This sent chills down his spine, now he was scared. He was scared by the size of the dog, he was scared by the visible teeth of the dog that were bared, looking his way, but he was especially scared of what the future had for him now. How could they do this to him? He hadn't a clue. He was scared, but had to do something before the dog struck.

He scrambled across the cherry wooden floors. He had to get under furniture, or so the humans called it. His mind went blank as he heard the Dane's massive claws tearing into the floor. His tail puffed, like he was a cat. Was humans' sole purpose to destroy ferrets like him? Had this been why Emma left, leaving him to little Jess? He didn't want to think! His face was pale, the floor seemed like miles before he could reach the wooden dresser, hoping to keep the Dane away. His eyes darted across the floor, his tiny legs covering almost no land. What was in store for him?

Two:
Veta whinned. She was dazed, her brother had been missing for days, the white sheet outside made the shivering cold even more shivering, and her pack had kicked her out. She dug her face within her silvery white tail. Her eyes were two pools of ice cold blue, filled with history. She had seen many, but her white pelt had never been through so much. She could not lie down anymore. She lifted her self up onto her legs and walked up near the entrance of her den. She stuck her head out of her den, checking for danger.

It was clear, only filled with pure white blankets across the land, trees were topped with scattered sugar up on top. She stepped out, fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes scanned the floor, spotting nothing new. She sighed, she had been alone for weeks now. She was starting to wonder if her brother had ran with the pack. She sniffed the air, the usual smell of nothing but herself around. She heard nothing aswell.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: NoI'm currently working on another. It's top secret, though.

[Geronimo.]

Username: Kat Shadow
Favorite type of RP: I genrally stick to powered human and wolf roleplays, though I do enjoy human roleplays.
Sample of writing: I have a few...
Primrose Crystals, a story I'm writing
Day 1 of Journal-writing
I am sitting in my cabin writing this, at midnight. It’s cramped, as there are about twenty seven of us, all on camp beds.
It’s a wonder the leaders can fit us all in this dark, rotten wood cabin. I’ve tried to make my spot nicer, by picking off all the rust of the bed, sweeping the floors and picking off the mould. It is a lot better than when I first came here.
If you’re wondering where ‘here’ is, the place where I am now is called: Camp Crystal. The name sounds beautiful. The place is and most of the cabins are. It’s just the cabin I happen to be in has been the most used for the past few centuries. Maybe I’ll try to explain what Camp Crystal is for, as it’s kinda complicated. This camp is for magical beings.

Yep. Magical beings. What a bombshell. Especially as you have to stay at camp until you’re trained and that normally takes around six years. I still don’t know how I got into camp three days ago, or why I am here. All I know is I woke up here, then got shown around and the induction thingy done. That’s why I’m in the ‘Unknown’ cabin. Wait, maybe I should explain the cabin thing now...
The cabins show what you are. They are multi-gender, but have definite boy halves and girl halves. Every single magical being has one, like the Witches and Wizards, the Half-Dragons, the Vampires, the Elves, the Werewolves... All come here. Some of us are ‘Unknowns’ so until we get a sign we’re stuck in the stupid rotten cabin. Signs apparently take at least two weeks to appear. Joy.

I’m writing this journal to see if I ‘change’ at camp. Maybe it’ll be fun to look back at this... I don’t know. I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Primrose. Primrose Louna, though I prefer to be called Yelle. My friend gave me this name for my yellow looks and name. It’s better than being named after a flower, though some people think my name is ‘Yell’ when it actually sounds like ‘Yelley’. I have longish blond hair and light brown eyes. I’m tall for my age, but I haven’t even had a growth spurt yet. Maybe it’s something to do with this stupid camp. It probably isn’t my tomboy style.

I just went through my little wooden cupboard which is by the side of my rust-bucket bed. After much searching, under my pile of horror books, I found my timetable. It’s the same one as all the people in my cabin have, but I tried to make mine neat and decorated it a bit a lot. The lessons we have here are unbelievably weird. Back home, I’d have thought it was only stuff that they taught in Hogwarts!

For example, here are today’s lessons:
Basic Magic and Shape-shifting Skills
Magical Creatures- Learning the facts
-Lunch-
Foes: Those who may kill you...
Free time
-Dinner-
Camp Crystal game, run by the leaders.

It sounds exiting, but it isn’t. According to my cabin mates, the teachers get cross when you can’t do something and the lessons are really difficult. You have to memorise the ‘foes’ and ‘magical creatures’ facts, and if you don’t do well in your test you get punished. So I just arrive in a camp, which I don’t even want to go to and am expected to do well? Jeez. These people are pushing it...

It has started to rain. The water is dripping from a series of small holes above our beds, and most of our cabin is waking up. Zilla, a girl who has been here for six months (the longest stay in our cabin) is getting buckets and saucepans to put under the holes, and sticky-taping over the ones above our heads.

I suppose I must sleep properly now. Good night. Hope the magical-tranquilizer-dart-shooting bed-bugs don’t bite (I'm not kidding!)
Yelle


A fairly good sized post of mine
Kat sat up. "I'm going now guys." she said, and pushed herself up from the red cushion. She moved out of the mud den, striding purpusefully forward. The grass was still wet, even though it was at least mid-afternoon. She didn't feel like flying.

She went towards her faveorite clearing, in the middle of the old woods, outside the army grounds. She walked over a nearly rotten wooden bridge, thankful she was very light for her age. Upon reaching the wood entrance, she kept to the shadows, in case an army member was looking for powered people in the wood. She felt vunrable, and pointed her bow in all directions as she looked from side to side..

She didn't think she was being followed, but you could never be to careful. She walked on. The clearing where she was headed had dense walls of trees, laid in a small circle. She had rigged the small area with booby traps, so she felt safe. It was a secret spot, where she liked to think. Only one person came to this clearing regualy, and knew of its exsistance. Probably the only one person that would come after her.
"Beth" wispered Kat, wondering....

And some post averages, or writers block, depending where I'm RPing:
Kat Shadow walked at a steady pace through the darkened tunnels of the Jaaku Nu hideout. Her raven-black hair was cut short in an effort to keep it out of her dark, cat-like green eyes; making her easily reconisable by those who knew her. She kept to the shadows, and moved towards the main chamber to listen to her leaders, following the smell of dog. Why can’t the Monarach get rid of those damn dogs... Also, why we should raid the Tenshi I don't know..Why can't we just take over their hideout? We have the power, and enough knowlage on tactics.. I'll raise this later, at the next meeting.
Her skate trainers thudded on the floor as the door to the main chamber swung open. She nodded respectfully at her leader and moved towards a small rock where she sat. It was a reflection of rank, as she was currently the lowest.

"No idea. I think I gave my homework diary to the hamster as bedding.." said Kat, groaning. "Poems are cool and everything, but mine are never on a topic the teacher likes...And some of the youngers have stolen my poem book, so I had to create one from scratch.They're probably selling it to the highest bidder" She put her face into her hand. "Those populars will be writing about love at night, or luuurve life. Its gonna be TORTURE!"
Or (Fairly similar in size.. )
"I dunno Beth" said Kat. "We'll be caught as we have the uniforms, plus the un-Carers will be cross when the school tells them and we wont get sweets, computer time, or money. And I want WoW and a new pair of jeans. I can't stop saving now."
((BLOCK))
And when I can be bothered:
Kat woke from the ruggeredy bed in the small cottage she lived in. It wasn't her cottage, but the owners were one of the gang of theives she worked with, so she was allowed to stay. She was the theives only Career tribute after all, and the only one who acctually worked. Sometimes. And legally.

She stood, pushing up on the bed, and strode towards the tub. One of them had put some water on the fire for her, and as she poured it into the tub. As she stripped and got in to the warm water, Kat felt the ability to think returning to her. Today is the day. The day of the reaping. The day of the Games. The day of choosing... I have to get chosen this year. Mam'll be watching in the Capitol during her holiday, hoping for me to get picked. The honour...Its Death or Glory, the lure of the games, a deadly challenge. One I want to face. Its my turn. It has to be...

After washing, and the water being nearly black by the end, Kat dressed. A simple dark blue long top and white trousers. In the light, hiden Saphires and Diamonds glittered. A good find. The Capitol's garbage is nice... she reflected, looking in the dirty mirror. And now, time for the reaping.

Kat was in the line of 14 year-old girls. Some were flowers, crying for their moms. Others were more like her, Careers. She'd entered her name as many times as she could, so the rest was up to fate.

District 1's escort, a tall woman with dark blue hair and snake tattoos, named Selena Trinitro, sneered down over the tributes. ""Welcome to the 76th Hunger Games, District 1. I am Selena Trinitro, your escort to the games." She paused for a moment. "Now, there's an...interesting twist to this years games.."

Another pause. A twist? This'll be fun.. was one of the epmty thoughts going around Kat's brain.

"No one can volunteer to take the place of someone else. And, for the 76th Hunger Games, 4 tributes will be chosen!" called out the escort, a preditors grin on her face.

A cheer came out, a war cry. "DEATH, OR GLORY OF THE GAMES!" cried some of the Careers. Kat joined in, chanting with the people she had trained with. Stamping her feet with exitement, and roaring with the rest. But silence fell. Selena's manicured hands were reaching for the pot of names.

"KAT SHADOW!" came the cry, and the Careers cheered, cursing in wispers, waiting for the second name. Kat strode up to the stage, full of happyness and thoughtfullness. Time to watch for the next one. Analyse them. Remember them. They will be your enemy soon enough...And there can only be one winner...

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: The Orphanage (Not really worth joining as there's only one more male
space before I close it).

I know I'm not the best, but I try

[Clowesia]

I found an awesome RP. ;D

viewtopic.php?f=28&t=165880

I havn't been accepted; but it has the makings to be fantastic! I hope I get in. ;-----;

And awesome stamp BTW. ;D