.: Awkward Llama :. wrote:
Hey, i'm Imili and i am in desperate need of a Role Play! I am looking for a 1x1 roleplayer or someone who will work with me on making a Literate Role play.
What i have to offer:
☺ I am Literate, but like most people i will only type as much as i am given, so the more you give me, the more i will be able to offern you back.
☺ I'm quite sad, i spend most of my day on a computer, and allthough my time zone is different to people, right now it should be fine.
☺ The Characters i make will allways have something different about them, as no body is perfect, and we all know Characters that are, tend to be boring.
☺ Depending on how many other RP's i am on, i don't take long to RP back at all!
☺I follow the rules of CS - As much as i have to :)
☺ I have no problem RPing either genders for Characters, i believe i am ever so slightly better at Rping guys, but again, i will make an equal ammount of both.
☺ Smileys. I have a thing about them. Only in OOC though... :3
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What i am looking for:
☺ Someone who is Literate! I can't stress this enough, if you can't write posts close to the same size as i do then please don't message me. I hate turning people down and i'm having too seeing as i'm getting a lot of one liners messaging me :\
☺ Obviously, being Literate myself i will need someone who writes around the same as me, is creative and is able to contribute towards the plot behind the Characters just like i will. I understand writers block, we all get it, but i like to know when you're about to poof as well, and would like you to be fairly regular with your posting, as i myself, will be on here quite frequently.
☺ Also, if we are making a couple of Characters, would like a good mixture of both, not that i mind playing the guys all the time, but i do need to brush up on my girl RPing skills once in a while, as recently i have only been role playing guys due to the lack of them being made in RP's.
☺ It'd be good if you had some level of maturity, and being Literate is not just about quantity, but quality, so describing everything like thoughts and surroundings would be good for me too.
☺ It's not allways necessary, but if you see a situation going a certain way it would be good to go along with it and know when to.
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What i will do:
☺ Literate
☺ I might do Semi-Literate but it depends. Has to be close to Literate (Like 10+ Sentances.)
☺ Nearly anything Human, i like Dystopian stuff, with broad plots about different worlds. I like RP's about Powers and Forbidden love.
☺ i <3 Forbidden love. Did i say that allready...
☺ Romance!
-- Yesh please! Every RP needs a little bit of this. I especially like forbidden romance.
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What i might do:
☺ School role plays
-- i would prefer not to, as i can't really get into these (unless theres a reason behind them being there)
☺ Anime
-- No i won't be joining any that are specifically anime, but if you prefer me to use pictures that are anime, then i can do that.
☺ Vampire, Werewolf, human - I've had way to many of these in my time and unless you can come up with a serious twist to it then i will tire of it easily.
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What i won't do:
☺ Animal role plays (Werewolves are fine.)
-- I have just lost the ability to do these, as much as i love animals.
☺ Rp's about films / books
-- Unless of corse i have read/ Watched and understand/ love the book/ Film.
☺ GirlxGirl
-- It's slightly akward for me, i've never done it before, i've done GuyxGuy, that was okay for me.
☺ Something boring.
Ha. Is that not clear enough? Well it has to be origional, or else i will just get bored.
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Please feel free to Pm me, if you would be interested in making a semi-literate/Literate 1x1 role play (group role play) or if you have any that you think i could join.
Thanks!
~Imili
Some examples:
And Average post for you:
Lochan has his eyes closed, sensing all the other people around in and noting where exactly they were placed in the room. His senses were acute, something they had picked up on when they chose him. He reminded himself that he, like all the others were in the same situation. It was something you signed up for, to be an assassin. But he had been sought after and he felt he had no choice in the matter. He knew he was ready, he had been ready for years but he never expected it was something he was going to be up to. He opened his eyes, studying all the people in the room, he had long since switched off to the banter around him, and the so called lesson on being sucessful. It was like being at school again, and he did not care for that. He closed his eyes again, switching off to the room around him as his fingers tapped against the wood of the table he sat at by himself. Like allways. Despite everyone else having a purpose for being in this room, those who should of been just as ruthless as him, they were still wary of him. He who did no speak, who everyone knew to leave alone. He lifted his head at something heavy hitting his table, his fingers reaching out to brush against the mesh of the mask placed in front of him. For what reason? He had killed before, despite that being frowned upon, seeing as it was within his own boundries, his home and the people he was suppose to be allied with. He had killed so many more than he could remember, his father who was now dead himself had been high up and had quite a few nemesis within these lands. He frowned down at the mask, having no problem with being the last face someone saw as they died. He clenched his jaw, now frustrated at the leash that had been put upon him. He was better than all these fools in this room. He decided. They had neither the experience nor the will power to do what he was able to. He straightened up and stopped tapping his fingers. There was also the fact that tensions rose easily here, and with Lochan being extremely highly strung himself... there had been a few, accidents...
Pushing back and gathering the paper and mask in front of him, suprised at the sheer weight of it he pushed out of the room, one of the first out the door and stormed down the coridor, taking the steps two at a time as he got the hell out of there. It was usually only the rich and skilled that were chosen for the task at hand, and he would of definately been considered one of them had his father not died and left next to nothing for him. He sat himself down, leaning back against the tree, the tree he sat by so often the grass was worn away beneath it. He raised an eyebrow, his jaw set as he read over the information given. A description, of the girl who's life was now in his hands. A competative streak ran through him. He should be the first to kill his target. He grinned at that, and reading over the fact that she was slightly defiant, and could be trouble for this district as she was seen to act out of the rest, and could cause some sort of rebellion...Shoving the paper in his pocket, noting all he had to know he pushed back up from the tree and stared at the gate.
And if i am RPing with someone who is Literate/ Advanced:
Tallie seemed to have become a statue, frozen to the spot as if she was using her powers on herself. She watched him, her eyes careful, cautious of his approach. She shifted, so her weight was rested more on her left hip, a lazy gesture. She was yet to grow bored of tormenting this boy, feeding off his reactions. His pain only entrigued her to carry on, to cause him some more suffering. It was sick that she should enjoy it, that she was that broken herself that she needed other peoples pain to survive. You could blame her parents, but nothing else, other than it just being the way she was, not even anything traumatic that had occured in her childhood.
Just how she was.
It became even better when he broke down, seemily upset by the breaking of his arm. Well, duh. She watching him, her eyes flicking from his face, to the eyes on his hand, staring at them for a moment and her body jerked in a small shiver, it wasn't right, her mind kept screaming at her, for someone to look like this. And it was funny how it only just occured to her that maybe his real eyes, his actual eyes were useless...did he even have eyes? Whatever were behind those glasses were not something she wanted to witness, seeing as she liked things gruesome, yet only when inflicted by her.
She swayed to the side, trying to get a good look at his broken arm, bad luck, she supposed. Most boys broke some sort of bone in their life, and it was just natural for someone in her class to come in with a cast on, getting everyone to sign in, enjoying the novalty of it all. At least he wasn't breaking down as much as some would, at a break, balling his eyes out and whimpering for his mother. Perhaps he couldn't feel it? Just the idea of having an limb out of use bothered him? But what would be the use of an arm that you could not feel? Studying his face closer, finding it difficult to get a hold of what emotion were crossing it without seeing his eyes, she saw some sort of pain, so she scrapped that asumption.
And then she seen him change.
He went from a victim to a threat in seconds, she could see that, but the common sense to get the hell out of the way did not occur to her determind and rebellious mind. Jutting her chin out she smirked at him, dancing a small step away from him. "Jesus...just put a cast on it, or would that be too difficult for you?" She asked sweetly, pouting at him, maybe he wouldn't be able to angle his arms like that. She lifted one foot up, tapping the heel of it against the toe of the other as she stood there, and the one thought that went through her mind, probally one just to comfort her and give her strength was this. He won't attack me. He knows what i can do.
She laughed then, just the sight of him setting her off again and then a question sprung to mind, laughing it out as she was unable to stop. "Do you have to have special shirts made, with you know, extra arm holes?" She snorted, only a light snort but it was there, it didn't matter what she did, she was Tallie.
In that brief moment between laughs, one in which she closed her eyes she felt it. His fingers grasping around her throat. She froze, tensing up at the touch, no one touched her. She stopped them before they had a chance. This was something new, and she felt the strength behind it. She jerked backwards, only to choke out a noise. She dropped, clawing at his fingers as she did, and took him down with her, her back hitting the cold tiles that spread throughout the whole school, cold like her heart. She carried on clawing at him, not even fear flashing behind her eyes as she stared up at him. She wouldn't allow it. She stopped with that, dropping her hands to her sides and spreading her fingers out, the lockers around her shaking violently, the doors slamming all the way down the corridor, things inside the lockers slamming against them, trying to force their way out to come to her aid. But there was nothing, the rubble was behind her and she couldn't get her arms above her head.
Her mind swam, actually trying to think of a way to help him, searching her memory of endless attempts at conversations people had tried with her, he ignored most people, only chipping in her opinion in subjects worthy. And then she had an answer, one of such. "I know how to fix it." She whispered coldly, smirking up at him. Remebering how some kid, tanned from life out in some family hut in the desert, telling their class a story about how his brother had gone down some mine shaft, that there was something down there, something magical, something that not only changed your very being but could perhaps heal you in ways. She didn't know why her thoughts stopped on that, but she came to the conclusion that it was just the place she was looking for. He was looking for, there was no way she was going to acompany him...
