ℑʜᴇ ℬᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ℛᴏsᴇ wrote:Why, hello all you people of the world. Please, call meRose I am a teenage girl living in the middle of the US, so that gives you an idea of my time-zone, but I am on pretty much all day, every day, and half the night- so whatever time zone you are in it should work. Obviously I am here for a a good one x one role-play as summer has come and I have much more time on my hands. But please, if you think you want to role-play me, read my requirements... If you do not want to read it all [ though I would appreciate it if you did ], read what is in red. I love twists and turns in my role-plays, but there won't often be break-ups/ pregnancy/ and cheating. I really don't like to see it in real- life, so why do I want to role-play it? My characters may drink/smoke if it fits, but tey will never do drugs. I am a very mature role-player, and I expect you to be too. I don't mean mature as in kissing, etc- I mean making your characters have their flaws, having them worry about real things, and having them have real problems. M-kay? But I would also appreciate it if you were mature in the oher way too (;
I think that's abou tit for now, onto the next set of business!I am...
On often.I get up anywhere from eight to ten in the morning, and until two-thirty for sure. After that, I will still be on, but replies will be slower until about six or seven, and am on until abou televen or ten. I will try and send a quick message or a notification in a post to say if I am going to the pool/over to a friends. Most of my friends have wifi, but my posts would still be slow. On the weekends it is also a bit hard to tell hat I'm going to be doing, so I'll try to notify you. I will almost always post at least once a day though. Mature. I may be one of the younger role-players on this site, but I am very mature, in all ways. I'm okay with almost all topics, including pregnancy- as long as it's realistic and later in the role-play. I'm also okay with more gory topics. Semi - litterate - litterate. It depends what you consider things. I have been role-playing for a little over a year, and have made great improvements. When I first started role-playing I wrote two sentenes max- now I write 5+ paragraphs. However, I usually write two - three paragraphs, and refuse to write less. I have near perfect gramemer/spelling, but I make mistakes. Friendly. Surprising enough, I won't bite you. I will always try and work things out, and contribute to plot, etc. I do like to make friends, and joke around a little bit. I'm pretty serious concerning the role-play, but after we get it all figured out I'll relax a bit more. I do like to message people and chat- it makes me feel more comfortable actually role-playing. Play only one or two characters. In a one x one I only like to play one or two characters, but I'll play any gender. Any more than that and my posts become sloppy and less litterate. Even two characters is going to take me longer. Won't abandon you. I really don't like being abandoned either, so I will always shoot a message if I am no longer interested. I will try to work things out with you first.Can do pretty posts. I do prefer not to however, as I tend to just shrink and center, or add names at the top. It takes me longer, so you'd have to be patient. I'm not too skilled with very fancy formatting, but if you'd really like, I can have someone else format me something real fancy and use that. Again, you would have to be patient, as sometimes my formating will still get messed up and I will have to figure out how to fix it. Will do straight/yuri/yaoi romance. 'Nuff saidI want you to...
Be on often. That means at least one post a day, I would be very pleased if it were more than that. Notify me of an absense. I cannot stress this enough. Please, I beg of you, just say somewhere in yourpost or send me a message if you don't think you're going to be able to post for a certain amount of time. I get a little impatient, especially if I really like the role-play. I will bump on the weekends usually if there has not been a reply for a while. At least semi - litterate. 2-3+ paragraphs please? With proper grammer, spelling, etc Friendly. I get kinda awkward around people who are very serious all the time, and I'm always scared that I'll do something wrong 0.0 It also makes me feel a bit awkward in the actualy role-play. Patient. Especially if you are asking me to do fancy codings. There are also times this summer where I will be gone for a week at a time, and I will notify you. Also, there are just some times when drama is happening and I will lose all interest in role-playing, so please be understanding of this. These moods sometimes last for only a day or two, but can last for up to a few weeks. I will notify you though. Flexible. Come on, it's a role-play- it's for fun. Doesn't want the role-play to be solely centered on love. I don't do love at first site... And please, no excesive drama between couples [ pf course there needs to be enough to keep it interesting though! ] and not much cheating/ pregnancy. I do pregnancy if it is later in the role-play and we are both okay with it, but plase ask me abou it first. Contributes to plot. I don't want to be the only one trying to keep the role-play alive. But please check with me for anything really major. Doesn't mind no form/small form. I really don't like long, extensive forms, as I like to be able to develop my characters through the role-play. You are free to do as you wish with a form, but I just really don't like to do one.There's only one role-plays I'm actualy really interested in at the moment. AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU ROLE-PLAY IT WITH ME. no seriously. You are free to suggest your own too, but if it's not an original or very interesting plot, you can probably count me out. Sorry. Anyway, here they are-
{The Host, by Stephanie MeyerNot the exact plot, I'd be willing to play the role of whoever/whatever. Plot to be worked out between us.There isn't a whole lot I want to do other than what is mentioned above. You can ask though, you might be surprised. :3 What I definitely won't do-
--- Illitterate. 'Nuff said
--- Wolves and animals. Not exactly my strong point. Werewolves I'll do, and shapesifters, bu no straight animals. No warrior cats either.
---Love at first sight. Not realistic for one- since when does that haooen, and since when do a couple never fight? Just... no.
---Centered on only romance, break ups, cheating and pregnancy. If you didn't get that already...Well, if you read all this way, congratulations! I really hope you would like to role-play with me, so just send me a message! Please include a little about yourself though, a sample post too would be nice. Hope to hear from you, and sorry to take up so much of your time ^^ Have a good day!
Here is a few sample posts ^^ℑʜᴇ ℬᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ℛᴏsᴇ wrote:|| ... Xavier ... ||Servant/VampireXavier woke easily, the early morning a familiar thing to him. He had not trouble getting out of bed, going to the bathroom to the side of the room. Xavier studied himself in the mirror as he splashed cold water on his neck and face, throughly soaking the front half of his shirt he slept in. He was dismayed to realize he was extra pale, his brilliant green eye standing out starkly against the pale skin and long, dark lashes. He had not slept well for the past few nights either.
Xavier walked out, pulling on tan pants and a longed sleeved white shirt before walking out of his room. He pulled open the curtains on the windows as he went down the hallway, letting the pale morning light illuminate the hallways. The sun was barely over the horizon, and he paused for a moment, gazing outside before continuing downstairs.
The other servants and cooks were already up and about, lighting fireplaces and preparing breakfast for the palace. Xavier slipped easily between them and out the door, inhaling and faintly smiling as the clean, clear scents of the outdoors washed over him. He walked swiftly towards the chicken coop, glancing around to make sure no one was around as he did so.
Crouching down in front of the entrance, Xavier stuck his head in and reached out to capture a chicken. With only a small amount of struggle and squeaking, he was pulling a hen out into his arms from it's perch, cradling it securely. He got up quickly, jogging to the edge of the forest. Stroking the hen's feathers absently, Xavier sat on a root of a tree, and looking down at it. The not quite normal boy thanked it quickly for its life that would allow him keep his secret hidden, and easily snapped it's neck. He bent his head and took a deep breath before sinking his teeth into the hen's feathery flesh, drinking only because he had to. He did not enjoy animals' blood, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He finished quickly, and made sure no evidence was pointing to him, even though no one would ever probably even find the bird. Xavier quickly jogged back to the castle, slipping in unnoticed. He felt stronger and better already, his senses sharpened for a short time.
The young boy pushed the doors that led to his master's bedroom open, the very familiar scent of master William waging over him. Everything had it's own smell to him, some more strong than others. He approached the bed slowly, bending down to lightly shake the boys shoulder that wasnt much older than himself to wake him.
[color=#0080FF]"Master William, time to wake," he said, and once he was sure the young man had been roused from his slumber, Xavier moved away from the bed- for two reasons. Master William was not always in the best of moods in the mornings, and Xavier walked over to the large window, throwing open the curtsies like always, letting the light if a fully risen sun stream in. Then he moved to stand a few feet away.
"Do you wish for breakfast master Will?" Xavier asked, standing with his hands behind his back. "Or for Me to prepare a warm rub of water for washing?"
It was the same thing he asked every morning, if Will asked for breakfast it meant Xavier would also have to prepare warm water, but if he just asked for water, it meant he planned to dine with the rest of the family.Jace turned and leaned against the desk lightly, watching with sharp, intelligence eyes that glistened with unshared pain and something hidden. He hardly spoke to anyone anymore, and supposed his social skills were a bit rusty. He didn't quite know what to say, and he kept quiet until Wynne was completely done speaking. Maybe that had been a bit rude, but the professor seemed to keep coming up with more questions, more things to say. He moved slowly and fluidly to a seat two desks away from the professor, pulling it out and sitting in the same position Wynne was, sitting backwards. He rested his chin on his forearm, studying the professor. He almost smiled, more of a smirk really, as it only tilted the very edge of his lip up, but it was only more of a twitch, before it faded just as quick as it had appeared.
The black haired boy looked down, looking rather sorrowful. "I suppose no one here knows anything mch about me," he said, blowing a heavy sigh through his lips. He spoke carefully and slowly, like he had to think about his words before he spoke them, to carefully edit everything he said. In class, professors and teachers got a quick, soft respose from a kid who never looked up at them, but while he was talkng to someone face to face he still did not look up, but his words were slow and careful. No one coul dhave called him slow minded though, as he was not. He was certainly brilliant- just lacking in the social department. He did not often speak to nayone much anymore, and felt when he did, he needed to be respectful and careful, else they leave... "I wouldn't know what to say..."
Reaching up, he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, still gazing right down at the floor. He was trying to answer each question in order, trying to remmeber what they were. He had been more distracted by the professor's voice than anything esle. IT had a nice lilt to it, an unfamiliar one that made you want to listen more... He shook that thought out of his head, giving another, almost silent sigh. "I'm sorry, I hadn't any idea of what to do today, I should've been working... I'll keep my attention on my work next time," he said softly in apology for what Wynne had mentioned about him zoning off. Hw wasn't sure whether the professor was just concerned, or if he wanted an apology... He thought going with an apology would be safer, so he did.
"Oh... The mural..." he murmured, his eyes lighting up like they always did when he got to talk abou art. Usually, he did not like to share his art, but, he didn't have a choice right now. He leaned to the side to slde his bag close,r openingit and digging aorund for his portfolio, taking it out and setting the cream folder on the desk next to him. He flipped it open, quickly flipping to the page he needed, only allowing fleeting glances at the gems this folder held. Sketches, full paints, shaded workds- he had it all. "This is just a sketch but... I've ran it by the music teacher there and she said it would be delightful," he said, gazing down at the sketch as he slowly and slightly reluctantly held it out to be taken and looked at. Arrows flew here and there to point out colors and shading, and flaws. It was three swallows in flight, in amazing detail. "She wants it to cover a whole wall, and bright colors so.... I think I can do it." Shrugging slightly, he reached back into his folder, pulling out another sheet of paper- actually two.
He handed tose over two, eyes down. "The barn that I currently board at needs a mural too, on the long wall of the isle. There's two sketches, I've had neither looked at. It's a much larger space but... I need the grade, I can't get my funding pulled... I wouldn't be able to afford college if I did."
These sketches were smaller, so there were many more things on the page, representing the area was much larger, and would need many more things. One was a very fine, mysterious looking horse that stood looking off a cliff, rain and lightning lashing the forest farther to the side. IT was a more mysterious looking piece, but if he could pull it off well, he thought it could look quite good. The other was a track, with th horses and jockeys drawn in great detail and the crowd too, were much more than faceless ovals. It had taken him a great while to draw that, but he was happy with it.
The boy cleared his throat lightly and ran a hand slowly through his hair, looking just a bit uncomfortable. "I am looknig for a cheaper, possibly hiring barn to switch too," he said, but his voice was almost strained- like he didn't like admitting it. "I would like to stay with my current one, since it's right next to my home, but they are not needing help, and I need the extra income... I understand they need the money too, but I need somewhere I can afford..." He sighed, pushing his hair back again. If he couldn't find a place, he may have had to sell his horse, something he was definitely not willing to do. It provided short times of relaxation that he didn't get elsewhere.












































