FreeTheBalloons wrote:Okay, so! I'm FreeTheBalloons. ("Hi, FreeTheBalloons," says all the RP addicts.) And I'm looking for an RP.
About Me:I'm 16 and I work at a Renaissance Festival every weekend in November and the first two in December. I'm a squire at the joust as well as a foundryman at the forge. I get to wear a pretty, flowy shirt and a waist-sinche (an underbust corset). I love my work, I just wish I got to do it for more than six weeks a year. If you have any questions about it feel free to ask me!
Must Be:Romance
Highschool
Simi-lit - I'm not going to count lines. Just have it where I can work with it. Even with writer's block you can manage that.
Interesting!!!
One main charrie per person. You may bring in friends, family, teachers, exc. of course.
I need to be female. That is a must. I can do male, but I really want female.
Must NOT be:No gayness if you please. I don't bend that way and neither do my rp's
No immediate falling in love stuff. The love will come, just be patient.
Likes:Boarding School!!! - I like this so much better than normal high school just 'cause parents are sometimes aggravating to do on an RP-daily basis
English speaking foreign countries
Emo guy - Who doesn't like those cute black locks of emo hair?
Shape Shifters
Fantasy
Supernatural Gifts
Boarding School for people with supernatural gifts
Your own suggestions
Medieval
Renaissance Faire, this would be modern day roleplay with the charries visiting or working at a Ren Faire
Exc.
Pairs:BestFriend-BestFriend
NewGirlxNot-So-NewBoy (and visa-versa)
Werewolf(Twilight style)-Human -
NOTE: I don't like Twilight, but I do like the werewolves. TEAM SEXY WOLF MEN!
ShapeShifter-ShapeShifter
Anything else you can thing of that is not on the following list
Dislikes:Slave-Master RPs
F*** this and s*** that every single sentence. "Damn" and "hell" are accepted on occasion however.
Family RPs
Non-discriptiveness - Meaning: Don't say something like this. "He looked over at the person sitting over there who was staring at something."
Sample of my writing:
Long, dark brown hair fluttered behind a girl as she ran. Panting, she dashed through the halls, bare feet slapping against the ground. "Get her!" a gruff man's voice sounded behind her. The teenager clutched at the stitch in her side and let out a hard moan as she pushed herself harder. I can make it! I will make it! she thought to herself. The hospital dress she wore over her underclothes fluttered as she continued to run. After turning another corner she found what she was looking for. The door that would set her free. Free from the hell she'd been living in for the past seven months. "All most there!" she cried, her voice hoarse from lack of use. Just as she pushed the emergency door opened she managed to trip on the door jam. The girl let out a cry of agony as she tumbled to the grassy ground outside the building. Rolling over she was forced to see a man she hated with all of her heart. "We got cha' now, honey," he said, sneering.