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

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Username: Unknown Child
Favorite type of RP: Fantasy creature, wolf and warrior cats. I can also do human and horses, though prefer not to do horses.
Sample of writing: I have a few various ones, 5 different ones.
Example 1:
Just, keep running. Chloe panted in her mind, running blindly. The floor was hard underneath her bare feet, stones were ripping into the soles of her feet. Not registering the pain, she ran on, fear overtaking everything. All she could tell is that it was dark and damp, and that there was something following her. She could feel its breath on her back, feel its claws scrape along her back. Falling, she was winded so badly that she didn't even scream as she finally saw the monster stand over her. Chloe choked, and curled into a ball; trying to pretend that it wasn't happening.

But it was.

Closing her eyes, Chloe hugged herself hard, and prepared for the darkness that she knew would overtake her. She just hoped that it would be over quickly, hoped that her pain would end, but it didn't. And a harsh laugh rang through the tunnel.
"Finish her." A roughly-male voice ordered, the owner of the laugh.

The creature attacked, and there was a blur as it slashed at her. Chloe looked up as the creature stood over her, ready to kill. "Why?" She asked, her voice hoarse from disuse, just as the creature slashed her neck.

Everything went dark as Chloe breathed her last breath. Her eyes glazed over, and the harsh laugh rang through the tunnel as footsteps echoed down the hall. As the body crumpled to the floor, the creature loped after its master, baying for blood.

Example 2: (This is a story, and it is true. Well, it's a sort of story)

Her smile, her laugh. All the good times.... Gone.
She’s gone. My best friend. Moved away.
I feel betrayed.
I must keep smiling, keep laughing, and keep joking. But inside I hurt.

It’s been years. I still remember the way she laughed with me, the sleepover, and the fun. My fondest memories of the Dark Age. Well, it was the Dark Age for me. That year... The best year of my life so far. I dream about being reunited with her. But now she’s a stranger. A stranger that’s forgotten me, forgotten how I look, how I act, how I laugh. I keep smiling, remembering, hurting, and hiding.

She’ll forget me, they always do.

People move, people leave, and people go. It doesn’t change; it’s the cycle of life. Her moving showed me reality. My best friend.... She moved here, to my village just a year before moving again. A year... My other friendships had taken years to build up, but my closest one took just a year. I went round hers, she came round mine, and I slept over hers just once. Once, and she never got to sleep round mine. When she left, everyone was sad and upset, but I and Emily were the worst. She had become our best friend in such a short space of time. Leah was given a friendship necklace, the one with two parts, from Emily. I gave her a simple forever friends necklace, then a few years later I was given one like the one I had given her.

Years have passed. But I still hurt, it won’t ever go.

She made new best friends, new friends, and ignored her old ones. I see it, msn is a powerful thing. I keep my profile simple, incredibly simple. I just use it to contact my friends. I never forget her though. If she had stayed in England then I would have been able to see her, but no. She moved to Australia. I haven’t seen her since. If I think about it, I haven’t spoken to her that much either.

I continue on with my life, remembering, making new friends, and everything else.

I think of her as an angel, an angel sent to give me good fortune. An angel that would laugh with me, talk with me, play with me. An angel that moved.

I must keep remembering, keep loving, keep smiling, keep laughing, whenever I think of her and when times are bad.

For a while I forgot her, but as we moved on to Secondary school, I knew that she should have moved on with us. She should have been in our SATs, in our production, in the intake days, in everything. She should have had every memory we have, all the laughs, all the tears, all of the boring days. But I know she had them elsewhere, and I’m glad that she managed to move on in her life, like I have just barely done.

I’ve been told to stop living in the past, and this represents it. It represents that I am done with the past, and that I live in the present, in the future. Memories are just that, memories. It’s time to forgive and forget, as I now realise. You can still remember though, nothing stops you from remembering. The time to miss things are over, now it is time to look forward to everything that happens.

Just remember.

Example 3: (Another story, but a work in progress)
“RUN!”
I was running, trying to keep up with the elf. I felt a searing pain in my back, and I collapsed. Someone had shot me with their arrow. The elf turned back, tried to run and carry me. But he didn’t realise, I would be dead in five minutes. Realising that, he grabbed it, and ran.

I had failed.

And everything went dark.

He woke up, her last memory clear in his head. Sighing, he stood up from the chair that he was sitting in, and headed towards the meeting. Once again had the Guardian failed, each time they were carrying it, they died. And he had caused the last one. If only he had made sure that she was in front of him, if only he had taken better care when they were passing by that camp... If only. But now she was dead, and they needed to find a new Guardian before tomorrow’s sun sets.
Nodding to the guard, he passed into the room, and noticed that it was a gathering of elves, dwarves, and humans. Of course, there were few humans.
“You’re late.” The head human rasped. She was getting old, and it would be her time soon.
“I fell asleep; it was late when I got back.” He replied tightly.
“At least you are here.” A female elf sighed before turning back to the group. “I have noticed that the Guardians have always failed when there is only one protecting them. We must choose a new Guardian, and have a group with her as they travel.”
“Why should we care about humans and elves? What have you ever done for us?” A dwarf asked in his gruff voice.
“We are keeping the battle away from your forges. Without your weapons, we’d have a hard time keeping them away. And without us, you would be slaughtered.” A wise young human replied, his tone hard.

Example 4: (Ok, these are short stories which I was writing with a friend. He gave me ideas, and I wrote them down. I don't actually think that they are intemediate, but they are a great laugh)

The Unicorn
There once was a pony that had a really strange appearance. Her sides grew wings and her head grew a horn. Everyday when she woke up, dawn until dusk, she was laughed at because of her wings and horn. One day she shot up into the sky, as she was a unicorn, with a sparkle in her eye. The audience started to scream and shout, so she shot down to the ponies, nicely saying, “I get it now, I am a unicorn, hurray!!” Then with a flick of the mind, she got caught by mankind. With another flick of the mind, she was destroyed by mankind. Mankind was not as he seemed, for he was a sorcerer with sparkles and gleams. He drained the blood from her veins for his magical potion of Eternal Life.

Bad Luck
The Sorcerer’s potion was nearly complete; all he needed were the unicorn’s feet. He took them off with big swipe, and put them in the cauldron and started to type. “I am the lord of Eternal life; I killed a unicorn and my wife. Just for this prize, a prize of Eternal life so now I must find my allies!” He drank it once; he drank it twice, just adding a touch of lice. He was happy now, his deed was done. Now, he thought, let’s start the fun.

A pop and a bang, the doorbell rang. Starting to smoke, the Sorcerer screamed. And up he was beamed.

Trapped ‘til Death
The Sorcerer screamed and screamed, as up he was beamed. Three creatures laughed as the Sorcerer barfed. He wept and he wept, until finally he slept. One creature came and laughed once more, the Sorcerer was careful to stay away from the door. “You’re trapped here, now have some beer!” The creature crowed to him, as the Sorcerer thought of his poor wife, Kim. “Settle down, just do not frown! You’re safe now, just take a bow. We’ll look after you; that much is true.” The Sorcerer whimpered in the corner, suddenly just a simple mourner. The space-ship swayed in the sky, and from outside came a battle cry. Some people came to save him; he was full of happiness to the brim.

With a howl and a snarl, the creature departed, and so they parted. A whimper and a wail, the Sorcerer was frail. He left silently through the door, crawling along the floor. He slipped through the ship, his trousers had one rip.

Example 5: (Last one and not true)

My first pony had been horse-napped three months ago. I was devastated; she was my life, my happiness and one of my best friends. People told me that I would get over her, but I knew I couldn’t. She hadn’t been the first horse to be horse-napped in the past six months as my best friend’s pony had been stolen too, but before my poor Mystique. We had shared everything together; Kelly and I, and now we shared the loss of our ponies. Her own pony, Jaq, had been taken a month before Mystique. Someone had stolen them. We had to find out who had. We looked for months, but no luck. No sign of them. Sighing we had agreed to buy new ponies. Together we had been searching for the perfect ones, but our new ponies wouldn’t be as special as Mystique and Jaq. Eventually we found them.

Kelly, Ciara, Maya and I were looking at the horses in a famous rider’s stable when it happened. Ciara and Maya were going to get their first ponies so we all decided to look at them together. A row was going on, so we crept closer and overheard. A woman was shouting at a stable-hand. “GET THAT HORSE OUT OF THAT STABLE! THAT’S COOKIE’S!” The stable-hand muttered a quick, frightened sorry before leading the handsome bay stallion from the stable. The woman led in her golden palomino, shooting a glare at the girl leading the pony away. Hurrying up to the girl, Ciara asked her what her name was.
“My name is Anna, and this gorgeous boy here is Stardust.” She introduced herself as she patted the stallion. Her voice became sad. “Sadly his owner is selling him. Apparently he isn’t really good at Dressage, and he’s really good at Cross country and Show jumping. I’m trying to find a new owner for him.” I walked closer with Kelly and Maya. As soon as I was close enough, I patted his muzzle and we bonded. Asking quietly, I said, “Please may I try him? I’m looking for a new pony and he seems to be just right.” The girl brightened and quickly tacked him up. Ten minutes later I was cantering him. He felt great so I quickly tried a few jumps. He wasn’t just great, he was brilliant. I was determined to buy him. Soon the woman with the horse named Cookie came to the arena and admired me riding. I stopped and she turned to the stable-hand. After the talk the woman disappeared. I dismounted and quickly took him to an empty stable, beaming. The owner came along and spoke to the stable-hand before leading Stardust out of the stable and towards the block of four that the horse named Cookie was stabled in. I looked and saw the woman from earlier smiling smugly and my heart sank. Kelly, Ciara and Maya realised and gave me a hug. I didn’t return it and managed to mutter something about my dad picking me up and soon left. My mind had been made up; I wouldn’t buy a new horse.

A couple of months later I was true to my word. I had quit riding and had taken up something else when my friends called me. It turned out that they had finally found the right ponies for themselves and that they wanted me to join them. Naturally I declined, I did miss riding but I got disappointed sometimes because of it.
Then, “Just come, ok?” And Maya hung up. I grabbed my rounders kit, thinking that I could go straight to practice after I had met up with them. I usually biked, and the stable wasn’t far, so soon I was there.
I saw them clustered around three stables at the end. Walking slowly over, I put my stuff down and stopped in front of Mystique’s old stable. The owner of the stable had refused to put a horse in there as she hoped that I would change my mind and get a pony. It was exactly the way I had left it. There was no straw on the floor, the water was empty, and my tack and riding stuff waited at the back. My pony hadn’t been stolen from here; she had been stolen at a show and so had Kelly’s Jaq. I couldn’t believe that she had moved on, left her perfect pony behind.
“Come on, Becs.” Kelly said to me softly, and I realised that I was crying. She led me next door, and inside was...
Cookie.
“Cookie?” I asked, still sobbing slightly.
“Her owner sold her. You know, that women who shouted at that stable hand to get Stardust out of her stable.” Kelly told me, understanding as I burst out crying again.
Ciara led me opposite me own stable, and inside stood a gorgeous black mare. “This is Nightblaze. She’s 8 years old, and perfect.” She sighed, and Maya impatiently led me to the next one.
A skewbald stood inside, his head over the door. “This is Jasper. He’s a stallion, and 9 years old.” Maya bragged.
Then, a familiar head came over the door of the next stable. “Stardust?” I asked in a whisper.
“It is. He’s yours, Becs.” Kelly told me as they all hugged me.
“How?” I whispered.
“We all asked your parents if we could have some money to get him for you. It took some persuading, and eventually they agreed.” Ciarra said as she hugged me again.

5 months on, and we all ride together. Kelly and I still miss Jaq and Mystique, but Cookie and Stardust are helping us get over them. Stardust didn’t move into Mystique’s old stable, and I realised that Kelly hadn’t put Cookie in Jaq’s old stable. We still hoped that our ponies would come back to us, occasionally going out to rescue centres to see if they turned up.

One day, out of the blue, I turned on the TV. “.... has been known as a horse thief. He has been sent to prison for a number of year; and all of the horses he has stolen are now finding their way back home...” I turned it off as someone knocked on the front door. I dragged myself to the door, and opened it to find the police there.
“Are you Rebecca Night, owner of Mystique?” A kind police woman asked.
I stuttered yes, and shouted to my parents that I was going to the stable. They took me in the car, and at the stable was Mystique. She was being held by the stable owner, and as I rushed over, she shied away from me. I was heartbroken, why couldn’t she remember me.
“She’s been well treated, and was sold to another family after she was stolen from you. Another girl owned her, and they got on well.” The policeman said quietly.
Someone had found happiness in Mystique, and I had found happiness in Stardust. My heart heavy, I patted Mystique’s nose and said, “The girl can have her. She can have her old tack, and her old rugs.”
“Are you sure?” They asked me, and I nodded; my heart in my mouth. They called the girl’s parents, and they soon arrived.
The girl and her parents came into the stable, as I had moved Mystique into her old one. I felt a hand on my elbow, and a girl’s voice said disbelieving, “You found her, and you’re getting rid of her?”
I looked up from where I was looking at Mystique, and saw a girl my own age standing there. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “Mystique was my life you know. She was taken from me, and three months after I lost her I found Stardust. Then he was sold to a cruel woman. I gave up riding for a couple of months, and took up Rounders. One day my two friends and my best friend told me to come here, and they showed me their ponies. My best friend’s horse was a pony called Cookie, and belonged to the woman who now owned Stardust. They all surprised me, and I saw Stardust. They had asked my parents to give them money to buy the perfect pony for me, and bothered them for ages until they caved. Now, five months on, I find Mystique just to find out that I took her away from a girl who loved her nearly as much as I did.
“And here you are.” I ended, turning to look at the girl properly. She had soft ginger hair, that reached to the small of her back.
“And here I am.” She echoed. Thinking for a moment, the girl said absentmindedly, “Just tell me one thing, are you sure?”
My voice was soft, “I am. Of course I am. I’m giving her to you, and I don’t even know you. You can have her old tack and rugs and grooming kit if you want. I don’t need them, I haven’t needed them for nearly a year now.”
“Hey. My name is Rachel Chapman.” She introduced herself, smiling.
I smiled back. “Hi. I am Rebecca Night, known to my friends as...”
“Becs.” Four voices chorused. I turned as I said it, and saw my three friends at the end of the stable block. We all laughed, and I realised that Kelly would have done the same as I had. She would have given away her best friend, just like I had, so that someone else could be happy.

Years have passed, and Rachel moved with her parents down to our village so that she could keep Mystique at our stable. The five of us became inseparable, constantly having sleepovers and going on hacks.

Jaq had never been found, but Kelly was ok with that. She hoped that he was happy like Mystique was with Rachel.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None, sorry.

Is that ok?

[Geronimo.]

Please can some of you join my new roleplay Black Blood? Its a semi-lit+ wolf roleplay and the trail run and bais for my planned roleplaying site (Why its so long winded and fairly strict). I've only had two applicants so far and they have been less than semi-literate.

[Popcorns]

I'll join. And if you want Kat, I can give the link to some people who I know are Semi-lit

[Geronimo.]

I'll join. And if you want Kat, I can give the link to some people who I know are Semi-lit

Thank you! Please can you give the link out!

[Clowesia]

YOU! YES YOU THERE! GO HERE NOW: viewtopic.php?f=28&t=165880

GOGOGOGO. >C We need more players, homes.

[apache~]

Username: Uoneko

Favorite type of RP: Action, Drama, Feral or Human... I'm not picky.

Sample of writing: (This is the history for one of my own characters I am using for a book; please, no taking it! Also it might be a bit graphic, but I think it's fine...)

Alison's father was never a very good role model, and his mother was a mess. He found peace in books and stories, reading and watching mysteries. He always had a keen eye when it came to people, but his reading sharpened his senses immensely. Of course, his impressive people skills landed him an easy job in law enforcement, and soon he was a detective. He was on the scene when they found the first Ragdoll murder, even as an amateur, the killer was smart; leaving no traces. Once they were sure they had a serial killer, he was set as the lead detective in the case. He didn't make much progress, as the killer was very neat, and left no tracks.

A man by the name of Joey McBride came to the station, confessing to the murders, and claiming that he was The Ragdoll killer. He fit the profile perfectly; emotionless and cold; the only thing that didn't quite match up was that he was not nearly as neat as one would expect, for such precise crimes. But alas, he could not ignore the evidence before him, and had McBride arrested. The public happily accepted the news that Ragdoll was behind bars, but somewhere... the real killer lurked, unhappy that his work was being wrongly claimed.

Days after the arrest, Alison found a small letter on his desk, folded, with a needle and thread sticking through the paper, like a seal to an envelope. Inside, the letter said:

"I thought I knew you better, Detective Tanner. I thought you knew me better. I don't know if you were lying to the public, when you assured them that poor Joey was the killer, or if you are so ignorant that you really mistook him for me. To redeem my good name, you and your department have forced me to kill again. I trust you will do everything in your power to not let this mistake be made again.

Good hunting,

The Ragdoll Killer"

Written on the back, was an address. Alison's address. Rushing home, he knew it was too late because his wife's car was still in the driveway, but still something compelled him to hurry, to run. Nearly tearing the door down as he burst into his home, his palms became sweaty as no one called out, "Who is it?" Looking down, he could see a thin trail of thread, going through the house. He followed it. It led him to his bedroom, and on the door was a simple note, written in red blood. "You made me do it."

The door swung open, revealing the two bodies of his loved ones, their throats slit. The blood staining the room confirmed that they were killed there; that Ragdoll had been in his house. Unimaginable horror struck Alison, and he collapsed, leaning back on a bloody wall. When the other police came in, he was still there, eyes red as he didn't even try to hide the pain. He should have been more persistent, he should have listened to his instincts... Then maybe they wouldn't be dead. It was then, that he noticed on the wardrobe, two small dolls, knit together, with their button eyes sewn on, and smiles that seemed to mock him. They looked exactly like them...

It was then, that he, Cody Alison Tanner, vowed he would get his new rival back. He would hunt him down and slit his throat, exactly as he had done to his family. Since then, he has never felt happy again. Never will he feel relaxed, or content; not while his wife and child's killer is still alive and well.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: In my signature, I have a link to my roleplay, Finding the Sun, which is literate. Also, I'm thinking about having a roleplay off-site, for The Ragdoll Killer... I might, not sure yet. What do you guys think?

[ocelotboye]

Username:
Red Ace

Favorite type of RP:
Fantasy, Action, and Horror

Sample of writing:
"I hate evenings like this.." A cold whispering tone spoke, continuing on. "All this crazy **** seems to happen right when I come to a town..." Red Ace said, peering down on the stone ledge she was resting on. The street was bustling with life, little humans carrying on their mindless ways like always. The woman gripped the cold floor with anger, she felt different. Different in the way she never felt before in the lives she has been in.

With a quick movement, she crawls back to the window that she broke into. The family unaware of her presence.. Which was highly lucky for her, as something always seems to happen when she destroys any window or door.
It was a dark room, only illuminated by a small nightlight sitting next to the couch. Snuggled in the corner was a television, but her eyes went to something different.

"Could it be what I think it is.." Red Ace said slowly, walking slowly towards the object of interest. Laying on the table near the couch, was a cold wrought knife that was worn from ages of use. However, it was unknown what it was used for exactly.
Without thought, she grabs the weapon and stores it in one of her empty scabbard's that was hung around her waist tightly. Her eyes twitch as she hears the crinkle of glass behind her, responding to standing in place from where she was seconds ago. "Who the **** are you, and why were you following me?" Red Ace asked almost creeped out, glancing behind her shoulder to peer at Crook.

A despicable frown crawled onto her face, her hand landing on the scabbard. Gripping the smooth handle with speed, she thrusts the tip of the blade in the direction of the feline. "WHO are you, and why were you following me?!" The woman demanded, almost loudly for the house they were in.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
They all die

[BlissfulFarrago]

Updated the list. C:

I thought of an RP idea, one that'll actually work! 8)

[Geronimo.]

Ooooh! Spill! I'm all interested now...

[BlissfulFarrago]

It seems sort of like the typical "element powers" RP...but there's a secret. C| A discovery that will totally change it.

Mwahhahahaa~ >D