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

[Nyhne]

Hmmm, a RP about a labyrinth~ that sounds interesting! Unfortunatly, I don't really keep up with most forum RPs....I am keeping up with this lion RP, and I'm actually rather proud that I haven't fallen too behind on it. ^^;

[BlissfulFarrago]

Yeah, it was/is...

[albinoBroccoli]

It's okay if we don't really use our semi-literate skills? XP

Form:
Username: firestar398
Favorite type of RP: any type of animal, fantasy, elements, wolf packs/Warriors, sometimes human RPs..etc.
Sample of writing: Well, it's not from an RP, but if you want I can change it. ^^

Vienna imagined flying like an eagle, soaring above the Flame Pack's camp and out of the eyes of anyone. She had been able to do whatever she wanted. She hunted gracefully, eating as much as she wanted and resting in a warm nest of moss and feathers, her belly about to burst with satisfaction. Vienna blinked her eyes open, still in her fantasy. Yawning, she padded out into the fresh forest air and scented for prey.

Suddenly, a group of grizzly bears, a mother and her two cubs, strolled into Vienna's clearing. Spotting her, they lumbered towards Vienna, lashing out their enormous silver claws, just reaching out to her petrified body...

A paw cuffed Vienna's ear. She woke up with a start, realizing the other fox warriors were staring at her, their different-colored eyes glaring in the light of the rising sun. Only Vienna's sister Vixen was sound asleep, her rusty orange pelt rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Vienna looked up at the canine who had hit her, claws sheathed. It was Ricky, who's dark scarlet fur stood out among the other foxes. Ricky's dark brown eyes glared at Vienna; she grimaced back. Even if Vienna hated Ricky, she was not allowed to say it. Younger fighters were not allowed to talk back at a senior fighter.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Nope! I should probably make one but I have one that is just this close to closing down..people post like a day before I decide to shut it down. -_-

[Gatanitazul]

Form:

Username: Gatanitazul

Favorite type of RP:
Mostly Animal, but I do like hybrid and some human RPs. My favorites in the animal category are probably canine RPs. In the human category, I like survival RPs (like the Hunger Games or 'stranded on an island' RP).

Sample of writing:
Do you want me to make one up or find one that I've done before. I'm just going to make one up, but if you want me to put one I've done before, I'll edit it.

Luna's paws thumped against the frozen grass as she ran through the dark forest. Her scarf rippled behind her, cutting through silence like an arrow. Where are they! Where are they! she thought frantically, whipping her head around to look left and right as she ran. Now I've done it... You're too curious for your own good, Luna! she told herself, her heart now beating in her chest. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the cold night air. She didn't dare call out to them, for fear of compromising her mission. I'm stupid for taking this mission... But it was the first opportunity for me to go solo... Ugh, so stupid... Now I'm lost, and I can't find the meeting place... Luna looked around again, trying to spot the large boulder that marked their meeting place. Suddenly, she heard a twig snap a few feet away, in the shadows. "Who is there?" she said in a quiet voice "Salina? Is that you?" maybe it is her... she mused, cautiously taking a step forward.

No response. Luna walked forward, curiosity compelling her like a motor. She resisted the small voice that told her to turn and run. She stepped into the shadows, and said "Come out, whoever you are." her eyes adjusted to the darkness slightly, and she could make out a shape against a rock wall I must've reached the cliff... I'm way far away from the meeting place. She eagerly took a step forward, squinting to get a better view. Suddenly, the dark shape bolted towards her, and knocked her down. She blacked out as the creature threw her against the rock side of the cliff.


I usually only do one paragraph in semi-lit, but I got so much into the story

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
I'm part of a Warrior cats RP website called Iluvemykats.proboards.com. I'm also on a semi-lit Star Wars RP on howrse.com. On CS, these are the semi-lit RPs I'm in:
viewtopic.php?f=28&t=58925&hilit=+semi
viewtopic.php?f=7&t=112704
not technically semi-lit, but people still post paragraphs: viewtopic.php?f=28&t=104664

I'm probably in more semi-lit, but I don't feel like looking for them

[Geronimo.]

Bookmarking, for when finished my crash course in roleplays. I do feel that there should be more, and better, semi-lit. and lit. roleplays, as I am getting annoyed with chatspeak.

[Cottleston]

Form:


Username:
Rainy//Drai

Favorite type of RP:
I love most types of RP, but especially exciting ones like Violence/ Romance, quests, that sort of thing XD I like humanoid RPs more than animal, but good ones tend to be harder to find for me.

Sample of writing:
My long story, here. Not finished yet. Quality of writing, in my humble opinion, gets better towards the end. This is the best example of my writing I have at the moment.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
None.

[Metallic Dragon]

Username: Metallic Dragon

Favorite type of RP: Dragons, Wolves, and sometimes human roleplays(slavexmaster preferred)

Sample of writing: Tarrin nodded and flapped harder to catch up. "Celliac! Stop!" He cried, shaking his head and shooting a blast of light past her to get her attention. When she turned in the air to face him, his heart seemed to stop. Her eyes glowed an angry shade of red and the blood dripping down her snarling face made her look menacing. She had a slight black tint to her once pure white scales and he gasped, "What is happening to you?"

Celliac roared and thrashed her tail, swinging it at Tarrin's head. He barely managed to avoid it, taking it in the chest instead. With a cry of pain he drew back, feeling the blood running down his chest. "You can't stop me!" Celliac growled, shooting a blast of lightning at him. It hit him square in the face and he screamed in pain, falling several feet before catching himself. When he flew up beside her, his gray scales were black and smoking.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None on this website at the moment

[galaxyglitch]

Username: galaxyglitch
Favorite type of RP: Realistic Romance Humanoid; Wolf Pack and Warriors
Sample of writing: Tribe Stories; they kind of died out. ;_;
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None that are available to the general public atm; I'm reviving PROM for the second time, and Perfect Pet will be opened to the general public soon.

[antler apathy]

Mind if I join?

Username: .:Moonstar:.
Favorite type of RP: I tend to like almost anything besides warriors, I've never read the book(Sorry for my username, it's misleading. . .) I lean towards wolf RP's, which include werewolves ^.^
Sample of writing:
Her soft eyes blazed as she looked out over the territory. The healer sighed, white fur gently flowing in the breeze. Her ears flicked back and forth, listening for the soft sounds of the whistling wind. Her young face read calm, as lost flakes of snow skittered around her paws.
She gently closed her eyes, feeling the snow whip at her nose and bare parts of her body. She, the healer, Lune, as most called her, had always been very isolated, different from the others. Not tussling as a pup, never liking blood, or at least to see the sigh of the red liquid, though Juliet had tried, and possibly failed, to teach her the love of the taste as the warm liquid went down her throat.
She listened as her mentor's silver howl echoed across the barren mountains, whistling past the wind, louder than it too. Turning to go towards the noise, she left her solemn and peaceful area where she could keep to herself.
As she padded in to camp, she watched wolves gather at the foot of their leaders den, one in particular caught her eyes. The Alpha pair's only child, a young male, about the same age as herself, Rowan. Next in line for the role as leader, she had made note to herself.
Her eyes rested on him for a moment, but soon they lowered to her feet, and she proceeded forward. She sat herself next to him, and looked up at her mentor, the black she-wolf, standing broadly in front of her. Her eyes didn't move for minutes, but soon after those minutes passed, she turned to Rowan. "Do you know what they'll talk about?" she asked trying to strike a conversation with the red furred male.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
Unexpected Allies[Wolf RP]
And this one was suppose to be. . . but actually it's kind of died T.T
The Pharaohs Curse[Ancient Egypt RP]

[Jade Mystic]

Username:
Mysticbreez

Favorite type of RP:
Aha~ it varies. Alot. Sometimes I feel like horsies, sometimes I feel like warriors, sometimes I feel like wolves and sometimes I feel like humans. Sometimes I feel like blowing stuff up and sometimes I feel like being all lovey-dovey and romance-y. Generally though I do anything as long as it doesn't concern a fandom I don't know of xD

Sample of writing:
Letsee here~

How much I usually write:

Wrinkling her nose as well, Areya moved to cover her mouth with her sleeve. She really hated the smell of alcohol. Really. Hated it. "... sometimes, though an invasion can be a blessing to some... part elf?" As in, an Ilithiiri and a Razziek? She'd heard that it was possible before, but she'd never met one, let alone talked to one. Huh, so that might explain why he was pale, at least compared to other Ilithiiri, why his hair was red instead of the usual white and why he didn't seem to mind the light that much. Of course, she was still somewhat skeptical, but she had to at least give him a chance, right?

"Yes, mage supplies. Here. Though I think she wanted to just get away from the Idhrenion castle for a bit and get some fresh air, and this happened to be the best place to go since others won't shout at us for slacking off." Really, she understood how Kisa felt. Most of the time Areya wished she was somewhere else, too, though that might be because she was a servant and a servant's job was never easy. She didn't even get paid or anything, yeesh. But at least she had food and a place to sleep, right...? Though the food may as well be void since she barely ate because of her aversion to others.

"#You're asking me if I know L--Ohtar." She looked at him as if he was crazy. Now why wouldn't she know him? She worked in the same place he lived, after all--the Idhrenion castle.

... wait a second...

Insert blink blinking here. "Right, you don't know I live in the Idhrenion castle. Of course I know where he is~ ... some of the time anyways, he's been sort of wander-y lately so he might be there or he might be not, though he'll always return eventually. What do you want with Lord Suia--um, Ohtar, anyways?" Yesterday he had told her to call him that instead of Lord Suiadan, and, since he'd found her and helped her find her way home, Areya thought she should at least do him this little favour and call him what he wanted her to call him, even around other people.

-Confusing, but it's taken from the middle of a roleplay, so xD-

Another one, from the same site, showing how much I can write when I feel up to it:

Ilithiiri and Quendi should really fight less often. Really.

At least, fight less around Sadriel. What, you thought Areya actually cared about achieving peace between the two races? Psh, as if she'd ever care about that. No, what she did care about was the mess it made. Now, usually Areya didn't really care if there were a few dead bodies and blood and guts all over the place. However, those messes needed to be cleaned up, especially when said mess was in Sadriel. And who was charged with this annoying duty?

The palace servants, of course.

It just so happened that Areya was one of the servants who had to now clean up someone else's mess. And, as everyone probably now knew, she hated it when she had to suffer because of something someone else did. Or, in this case, a lot of someone elses.

Breathing through the paper-like mask she was forced to wear, Areya ripped another... something, off of a branch of the tree she was in and threw it towards the ground. It didn't feel heavy enough to be a body, so it must be something else. An organ? An arm? A head? Ah~ something or another. Probably a random body part of an Ilithiiri since she caught sight of some dark dark skin. She couldn't really tell, though; the goggles she was currently (forcibly) wearing were splattered with crimson blood. And it wasn't even fresh, dammit. Dry blood didn't smell as good as fresh blood. Ah well; the smell still calmed her, otherwise she would be ballistic with anger right now. In fact, she was barely containing herself as it was.

Shifting around in the heavy, neon green raincoat thing she was forced to wear (seriously, how can anyone move in these things?), Areya reached for another thing on another branch, ripped it off while breaking a few twigs and threw it forcibly onto the ground, listening with satisfaction as a loud, audible smack rang through the air. It was a heart this time; she could tell by the feel and the size of it. Now, the only question was whether it belonged to an Ilithiiri or a Quendi...

Augh, if people would just stop blowing each other up and spraying their blood and guts and dead bodies onto trees then it would make her job so much easier. Ah; but at least she wasn't stuck comforting the parents/siblings/relatives of those who've just died in the rather intense Ilithiiri raid they'd just received. Oh no, imagine that~~your son, who's part of the military, died on his first raid! Oh no! Because obviously someone charged with the responsibility of guarding Sadriel would never die, nope, especially if this was his first raid. Ugh. People these days.

Standing up on her branch, Areya reached for another body that was higher up on the tree. It was pretty high for her, causing her to have to stand on her toes in order to reach it. After all, she'd finished with all the surrounding body parts; time to move. This was a pretty big tree, after all; not as big as Sadriel of course, since she was cleaning up one of the trees around Sadriel, but it was still pretty big. And Areya was pretty small. And the body was pretty high. Which, to any normal person, obviously meant that someone else should clean it up, but no; Areya was a stubborn person, and it would be such a huge blow to her pride if someone else took over her task for her. And that was probably why all of the other palace servants just watched this sure recipe for disaster instead of trying to help.

And a disaster it was, for the branches also happened to be slick with blood. Being coated with dead body parts tended to do that to a tree, yeah. The strong wind probably wasn't helping, either. And that was how Areya found herself reaching for a dead Ilithiiri one second and then plummeting towards the ground the next.

... wait. The ground. It was currently covered in dead bodies. DAMMITDAMMITDAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT.

Twisting around in mid-air, Areya attempted to break her fall but to no avail. She wasn't a mage, after all; she couldn't mess around with magic and use it to slow herself down or something. Though she swore she slowed down a little, teeny tiny bit just then...

WHUMP.

"DAMMIT! Why must trees hate me?!"

Now she'd have to sort it into two piles of Ilithiiri and Quendi parts since they were burnt seperately or something. It was a general, unwritten rule that the first person who fell out of the tree would be the one who'd sort everything. And it just happened that said person was her. Scowling, she crawled out of the heavy protective jacket thing and tossed it to the side. It would just get in her way; besides, if she wasn't wearing it then maybe she wouldn't have fallen out of the tree, either. Speaking of which, the googles could go too; why was there so much protective gear for the servants, anyways? They were more like objects than anything; King Daeron could easily replace them, right? [color=B40404]But he's probably too nice to not care about us,[/color] Areya thought with a mental sigh before plopping down and not-so-gently seperating the one pile of flesh into two piles of Ilithiiri and Quendi flesh.

Falling into a pile of dead bodies wasn't really fun, yeah. But then again that might be just her.

-Tell me if there's anything I missed; I'm allowed to swear on that site, so ._.;-

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
Don't have any, but I'm part of some, but that's probably not what you want xD And sorry if my grammar's bad; I'm sick and hungry and too lazy to get food at the moment ^^;