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

[Lady Mekka]

May I join? :3

Username: Princess_Mekka (Note: I am dyslexic, so I sometimes have difficulty spelling. ^^ I try my hardest, as Internet Explorer doesn't have a spell-check function.)

Favorite type of RP: Anything, really. Right now, I'm into Warriors RP's especially.

Sample of writing: This is a Warriors peice:
Strangeeyes sat beside an acient oak tree, her mismatched eyes roving over the rolling valley below, vainly hoping to catch sight of her mate, Broketail. She sighed, swishing her fluffy tail along the detritus on the forest floor, catching twigs and dead leaves en route. She could feel her kits squirming inside her swollen stomach, as if they knew that their father was missing. She couldn't help wondering how many kits would have her strange eyes- blue left eye, green right eye- and how many would inherit their father's sun-gold eyes.

"Broketail," she whispered, her whiskers quivering in her anguished worry, "Please hurry home. The kits are almost due, and you're still missing. I can't do this alone." She struggled to her paws, her back curving downward as she struggled to carry the weight of the kits inside, her belly almost dragging on the ground. She walked as silently as she could, but she knew she sounded like a dog at this stage in her pregnancy, and any prey in the area would be long gone. She finally made it to her camp, trying to forget all the elders, kits, warriors, and queens that had died. Now, it was only her and her kits. Broketail was gone.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Eh, I'll add them later... ^^

[~Wolf Chick~]

Form:
Username: The Wolf Chick
Favorite type of RP: Dog, cat, basically any animals.
Sample of writing:

Looking down at my paws, I leapt in to the air, my eyes filled with excitement. As I landed back down on my paws, I leapt back up and I howled. My life had started over, my quest had begun to find myself a mate. Plenty of thoughts were soaring through my head. A mate. A pack. Some pups. However all these wonderful thoughts were all forced firmly aside by the thought of one thing - food!
I know I had only just finished one meal with my last pack but all this excitment sure did make me hungry.
I lowered my head slowly and sniffed the ground carefully, hoping that soon the sweet scent of rabbit or some other small animal would drift past my nostrils.
A few minutes had rolled passed I sniffed hard but still nothing.I cautiously placed one paw infront of the other, resting it silently on the moist forest floor.
I continued prowling through the old oak trees untill the heavenly odour of rabbit floated through my nostrils. I pressed my body to the ground, as low as it would go and crept slowly through the trees untill I spotted my prey. A fuzzy white rabbit with a slight limp. Excellent, this would make my work alot easier.
I continued stalking the rabbit untill it was in reach. Adrenaline raced through my body as I took a deep breath and pushed the ground with my back legs and launched myself towards the tiny animal, landing directly on to my prey. I pressed it down with my paw and bit down on its neck untill I felt all it's strength drain. I let go and licked my lips, watching the rabbit motionless.
I didn't wait one minute before devouring in to my meal and goudging myself on the tender meat of my kill. I savoured every mouthfull, hoping it wouldn't end but unfortunately, it was only a small rabbit so as I swallowed the last piece, I sat down feeling not completely satisfied. I looked at the remains of the rabbit, only the bones were left.
As I looked at the bones, for some reason I thought of my pack. I know you shouldn't really think of family when looking at the remains of something once living but I just did. I wondered if they were thinking about me muvh or if they even cared I had gone.
I let out a small yawn and layed down, resting my head on my paws. I looked up at the sky and watched as the sun slowly disappeared behind the mountains over to the West. I didn't move in the last few minutes of sunlight and just lay there thinking. Should I really of left my home? My family? My friends? Did I do the right thing or did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?
As I asked myself all those many questions I could feel my stomach begin to growl again, craving more food.
I glanced around one last time and was about to give up after a few minutes until I saw a tiny brown mouse scurry under some leaves. The mouse was only small but since I already had my rabbit, this should hopefully put a stop to my hunger.
I slowly stood up and held my head low. I pressed towards the mouse, stopping everytime I felt it see me. I stopped when it was only a few feet away from me and pounced.
I landed on my target but my paw wasn't pressing hard enough and swiftly scurried out from under my paw and back in to the woods.
I felt a sharp growl build up in my throat and my stomach almost shouting at me. I bared my teeth and growled at myself in frustration as I padded back over to the same grassy spot I was at before.
As I rested my head on my paws again, I sighed furiously. How could I have let that little vermin escape?! I scolded myself. It was only a mouse but you couldn't even catch that you lame excuse of a wolf! My tummy continued to moan and groan but I just ignored it, well atleast I tried to. I slowly closed my eyes and scolded myself to sleep.
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It's a chapter from the novel I'm writing ^^
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: These Lonely StreetsStray Dog RP
The Children Of Alkeri Fantasy Creature/Adventure Island RP
Two Different Lives Stray Dog/ Pet Dog RP

Reposting. Just incase you missed it ^^

[BlissfulFarrago]

Went through applications. Adding now. ^^

Note: If I haven't updated since you posted your form, there is no reason to bump it. ^^

@Eplis: Could I have some examples besides poetry? ^^

[cazio]

Form:
Username: Emmaishere
Favorite type of RP: Animals, mostly dragons/wolf/warriors RP. I'm pretty much up for anything. I also like Medieval RPs, high school, shapeshifter, zodiac etc RPs.
Sample of writing:

"It's gone, I'm sure of it." Altair snarled, clutching the reins tighter. "It's as if God wants us to do away with the whole thing." Ezio laughed at that and pulled Rohan to a complete stop. They'd been galloping along for hours, straining for their eagle only to find none. "God does want us to do away with the whole thing my friend. It wield more power that we will ever know. I bet not even Rafiq knows of what it can do." Ezio stopped then, biting his lip, scolding himself. Altair sat back in the saddle and for once, a look of . . . . sadness? Ezio couldn't tell, he'd only seen Altair show sadness once. Here. Ezio never figured out why, but his instincts told him it was knowledge Altair intended to take to his grave.
"Al Mualim knew its powers." Was all he murmured and an incredulous look came across Ezio's face.
"Don't even say that name! It boils my blood just to hear it spoken aloud! He destroyed us all, knowledge or no knowledge!" Ezio snapped.

"Il mio figlio, you cannot let revenge consume you as it does." His father Giovanni lay a hand on his shoulder as Ezio's lungs heaved.
"But Padre! They throw insults at us as if we are beggars! They need to be shown how an Auditore talks back!" Giovanni sighed.
"Ezio, you are being given an opportunity no Patzi will ever get. You are going to be trained alongside Fredreco to be an Assassin! Assassins must be nameless and not hasty to exact their revenge. You must learn to control that rage, figlio. It is the same with grapes, you can eat them now or stomp them into wine, and get drunk on them later!" His father laughed and straightened himself, adjusting his collar. Ezio swallowed his rage that day, at the young age of five, before his assassin training began and became deadset on the ways of the kill.

"Perhaps." Altair murmured, "Or perhaps he attained something that we could not. And we perceived it as evil." Suddenly Altair sat up, shaking his head. What am i doing? I saw Al Mualim . . . .

-FLASH BACK!-
"Altair! Altair! Come out from wherever you're hiding! Rafiq told us to go inside the castle gates!" Malik's calls entered the ears of a small boy, not older than 10, hiding in a hay cart. He couldn't believe Malik hadn't looked inside; didn't he know that all assassins hide in hay? Guess not. And his stupid methods of trying to get him to come out of hiding. How pathetic. Altair clutched his wooden practice sword in waiting. He had to be coming soon. He was getting itchy and all this hay was getting stuck to his hair.
"Altair! Hurry! Come on, the gates are closing!" Malik called and Altair heard the panic in his brother's voice. He was really scared to lose wasn't he? Malik must have been close because Altair heard his small footsteps bolting towards the castle. Altair poked his head from the hay and opened his mouth to call out to Malik but he couldn't find his voice. the gate really was closing and Malik had just slid under in time. Great, now I'm going to miss a drill. Rafiq won't be happpy about that one. He turned his head to hide back into the hay and froze. A group of armored Templars was approaching and their bald leader was instantly recognized in Altair's mind. Antiono Zaheed. He led the Templars at the head and he never left his castle except to fight, or negotiate but Altair doubted he was planning on that today. They had their swords unsheathed and the guards behind him chased away the civilians who were walking by and they screamed, running into their shacks.Altair ducked into the hay put peered through the some openings and watched them march by hearing their grunts and he could touch their chain mail should he have reached out. Had he been older he would have killed Antonio right there, but as a boy he had been too afraid.

They reached the castle gate and were met by a few of the guards, all who were actually assassins. The Templars knew this though, and weren't going to fall for any tricks.
"Templars coming out of their holes to come and pick a fight? Can you believe this?" One of the guards taunted. A Templar spit at him from below. Altair reached to his boot, puling out a silver dagger. Rafiq had bestowed it to him early on and Altair remembered that as the first indication that he was a special one of the group. No other boy in the group had a dagger or anything metal whatsoever. Altair slipped from the hay cart and jumped onto the window above on the house it was resting against. He slipped up the wall like a lizard, and sat on the roof.
"If Rafiq refuses to listen, we refuse to relent!" He heard Antonio call, answered by the roar of his band of guards. They charged forward and Altair gasped as the gates opened to the castle. A traitor! An assassin guard rushed them inside and soon the clang of metal rang into the afternoon sky. Altair looked towards the gate of his city and coming down the hillside was a much larger troop of Templars and judging by the quailty of their clothes, they were good at fighting. He inhaled deeply, using the technique Rafiq had recently taught him. The sky was darkening and Altair's Eagle Vision took over. the faintest glow emitted from the enemies but it had gotten bette since Altair had been practicing. He jumped from teh roof and sped towards the gate. He had a long way to run, but he was confident he could reach the gate in time.

He sprinted down the slope that lead to the gate just as the Templars appeared. Altair leapt for the switch, Rafiq had invented a kind of metal thing atht shut the doors with a pull of a stick! Or so that's what they said. He landed on the stick with all his weight and it just barely budged. he heaved downward and slowly the gate started closing. He gritted his teeth and shoved harder as he heard the Templars come for the gate at running speed, seeing as it was closing. The gate slammed shut just in time but Altair's eyes widened. A Figure with a red Templar helmet was panting heavily, he must have just slid under the gate in time. Altair held his blade as he practiced and called out; "Hey you! Templar scum!" The Templar started to laugh at teh sight of a child picking a fight with him.
"As you wish." he grumbled and Altair narrowed his eyes. the Templar lifted his mace and ran at him and swung, Altair sliding to the rigt just in time. I'm going to have to dodge, I can't counter him with a shortblade. The Templar swung wildly and Altair felt the air rush past his face as the mace barely missed. Altair jumped back to avoid the next blow and got the impression that this Templar was a bit drunk. He was still an impressive fighter for a drunkard. Altair swung his dagger and caught the Templar's arm as he swung again.
"You'll die for that!" The Templar swore at him and Altair felt the cold stone of a wall behind him. The mace swung into the air towards him and Altair prepared for the skull-crushing impact that was sure to hit him. Instead the deafening crack sounded from just in front of him and a heavy weight slammed Altair onto the ground. Wet thick liquid flooded onto Altair's hands and face and he recognized the smell. Blood. A lifeless body lay on him now and Altair scrambled from beneath it. Death was no stranger to him; he had experienced the executions of thieves and other in the city, but when Altair turned to face the Templar the fear left him. An arrow had pierced the helmet and he looked back to see that face.


No. He'd forgotten that day, with much effort. He was young and did not believe what he had seen. Al Mualim was a double-edged blade and Altair had seen both ends and each was just as sharp. Altair looked to the sky to ease his mind but was annoyed to find dark clouds rolling in. And to think it had been snowing a few hours ago. A rumbled of thunder answered his thoughts.
"Let's find a dry spot, theres bound to be one here. The horses need rest." Shadeem snorted as if in reply and ALtair just noticed that his steeds legs were trembling. Or was that him? He couldn't tell.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None, I'm lazy that way. :B

[Jade Mystic]

Jade Mystic: Lucky. grumble*Going to Hawaii*grumble*Want to go so bad* grumble

>D It was awesome and fun and amazing and the water was warm and the weather was perfect~ ... though old guy with graying beard trying to hook up with me was not awesome. I'm freaking 14 man, that's creepy x_X

xP I don't think so. Some of the lit rps I saw on here classified 'six sentences' as literate e.o

ROFL. Just found a Advanced Lit that you only had to type on paragraphs for. xD A lot of the Semi lits on Gaia have horrible spelling and grammar. It's funny. x3 When I first start RPing on there and entered Semi RPs I was like.


"....What?"

Because I was use to Semi lits on CS. xD

Exactly my point xD

[gam]

Hah. xD Six sentences as literate makes me laugh. xD That's probably semi-literate. I normally make my posts around twenty sentences long.

[~Wolf Chick~]

Lol, I usually have 4-6 sentences as Semi-Lit or maybe one paragraph but for Literate I would have something like 9-10 lines or two or three paragraphs xD

[Rayen]

For literate, I usually write about four/five paragraphs and no less 0.0 But in other RPs I don't have the trouble of writing more than six sentences xD

[Teacup-old]

Red, I used to be Ever♥Lasting before I changed it to Ever. I'm thinking of making a literate to semi-literate RP with someone aswell.

[antler apathy]

Hey guys, is anyone here up to do a Semi-lit Band/Romance RP, I need a few more characters for this new Roleplay I made.
Got enough people now thanks!