Hello Chickensmoothieans!My name is ~Razzle~, but you can call me Razzle, Razz, Razzy, or that crazy lunatic over there.
What I look for in a RP partnerPlease don't RP every pebble in the road. It's just super annoying.
Don't end sentences in exclamation marks. If the character is talking, it's ok, but something like...
Bob was terrified so he hid under the bush!
Is just strange. Don't do it.
You need to post at a constant rate. I refuse to RP with somebody who only posts maybe twice a month.
Please, at least three sentences a post, at minimum. OOC doesn't count for this. WB is an exception.
About meI'm friendly, and very good with grammar. I stay on topic and with the plot. I love adding twists to make it more interesting, but I always ask you before I do it.
I'm homeschooling, so I'm online a lot.
I like metaphors and similes, but I don't live by them.
I'm a thinker. I love trying to disprove theories and think of what would happen if we did something else.
I will only RP on the thread.
What I will doBirds (Not to interested...)
Escaped criminals (Not to interested...)
Thieves (I have a good plot for this one.)
Kidnapper/kidnapped (Can involve kidnapper making kidnapped do work for them, or ransom, ETC.)
Master/slave (Can involve slave trading ETC.)
What I won't doCelebrities (Booo-rrring!)
Bands (To confusing.)
Warriors (We all know how it ends up.)
Humans (I've had enough of us, except for the ones mentioned above.)
Pets (We all have them. They eat, they sleep, they play, they poop, we walk them... I mean really!)
Mythical creatures (People's ideas are far to different.)
A little example of my style. Please do not expect all of this, it's just so you can get an idea of how I write.I lead my pack into the snowy tundra, the cold wind blowing through our fur. I was in the lead, the biggest wolf of all, all the others following my steps. Nothing could stop us as long as they were following me, their alpha. Together, as a pack, with me leading them, we were the rulers of the artic.
At least, that’s what I wanted it to be like. But no, I’m a loner, a tiny loner. My parents left me once I was born, apparently because, up in the artic, ‘only the strong can belong’. Apparently, fending for yourself as a young artic wolf help toughen you up for if you get in a pack.
Yeah right.
I’m Akela, and I’ve been living on my own for all my life. I know I have two brothers, both older than me. I wish we were together, but we were separated as we were abandoned for the same stupid reason. Instead, I’m surprised I even lasted this long. Hey, just one year is a long time out here. My home – if you can call it that – is a little snow drift. It’s small, but pretty cozy. It’s close enough to the water I don’t have to go far to try and get a seal or a fish, but far enough away that I’m not in any danger right now. It’s nice. Unfortunately, that means everybody wants it.
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I swung my head from side to side to get rid of the snow on my face, and buried my nose in the snow once more, hiding the black shine of it. I was watching a polar bear, who was feasting on a seal. My eyes were narrowed only to little slits, my ears flattened. Thanks to this, I was completely white. Not knowing how to hunt, I had to settle on the next best option, one that was common up here. Stealing.
I knew I had to go soon, because this bear wasn’t stopping. I wouldn’t either, food is scarce up here, and you have to eat what you can get. I want to give up, I really do, but I’m really hungry, and I don’t see any other free meals.
Mean old bear.
I sighed, and stood up, snow falling off me, leaving only the ice that was clinging to my fur. I stole one last regretful look at the seal, and turned, running, looking for another meal.
Please PM me, do not post here. Thank you for the interest! <3~R~