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! .: Awkward Llama :.
Thanks! .: Awkward Llama :.
-- I am Literate but like most people i will only write the equivalent ammount to what i am given. So the more you give me the more i will be able to offer back.
-- I am online quite often, although i am becoming much more busier i'm not someone that would leave you waiting without warning.
-- I have no perfect Characters and each Character will always have some sort of flaw about them.
-- I follow CS rules as much as i have to.
-- I have no problem RPing either gender although after having to RP males for so long i am better at them.
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-- I am online quite often, although i am becoming much more busier i'm not someone that would leave you waiting without warning.
-- I have no perfect Characters and each Character will always have some sort of flaw about them.
-- I follow CS rules as much as i have to.
-- I have no problem RPing either gender although after having to RP males for so long i am better at them.
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-- LITERACY , I cannot stress this enough.
If you cannot write posts similar to the size that i do then please do not PM me, i accept writers block but you can't use that as an escuse, in the long run it will only result in me becoming bored with the shortness of it.
-- You should be creative and up to offering ideas towards the plot, this again is just as important as the length of the post because i would prefer shorter posts with more content in than long ones that drag on.
-- Someone who likes to chat as well as RPing, obviously this is a search for RPing but i want someone who's friendly and lets me know when they're not going to be on for a while.
-- It isn't necessary but be able to RP both male and Female Characters.
-- To be Mature.
-- To be descriptive.
--LOYALTY! To me this is even more important that Literacy, i would not mind if people warned me they were going to quit, but it is disheartening the amount of people that have come to me to make a 1x1 and ended up never even posting on it before it had even started.
If you cannot write posts similar to the size that i do then please do not PM me, i accept writers block but you can't use that as an escuse, in the long run it will only result in me becoming bored with the shortness of it.
-- You should be creative and up to offering ideas towards the plot, this again is just as important as the length of the post because i would prefer shorter posts with more content in than long ones that drag on.
-- Someone who likes to chat as well as RPing, obviously this is a search for RPing but i want someone who's friendly and lets me know when they're not going to be on for a while.
-- It isn't necessary but be able to RP both male and Female Characters.
-- To be Mature.
-- To be descriptive.
--LOYALTY! To me this is even more important that Literacy, i would not mind if people warned me they were going to quit, but it is disheartening the amount of people that have come to me to make a 1x1 and ended up never even posting on it before it had even started.
-- Literate
-- Nearly anything Human, i'm open to listening to new ideas that you want to put into a RP.
--- eg. Dystopian , for example different worlds and ways of life with broad plots.
-- Forbidden love.
-- Has to have some sort of romance incorperated into it... nothing straight away but working towards it, although it shouldn't all be about this.
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-- Nearly anything Human, i'm open to listening to new ideas that you want to put into a RP.
--- eg. Dystopian , for example different worlds and ways of life with broad plots.
-- Forbidden love.
-- Has to have some sort of romance incorperated into it... nothing straight away but working towards it, although it shouldn't all be about this.
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--Semi Literate. Everyone has their different opinions on where the line between literate and semi is, so this may depend.
-- Anime. Not joining anything specifically or even closely related to Anime but if you would prefer i use those kind of pictures then i will.
-- Vampire / Werewolf / human. These are over done, and i don't have much interest in them anymore unless you have a really interesting plot.
-- Anime. Not joining anything specifically or even closely related to Anime but if you would prefer i use those kind of pictures then i will.
-- Vampire / Werewolf / human. These are over done, and i don't have much interest in them anymore unless you have a really interesting plot.
-- Animal Role plays. I don't mind having animals in the RP but none based around them.
-- RP's about books / films. - Unless i have read/ seen them.
-- GirlxGirl - Just not my kind of thing, although MalexMale is okay for me.
-- Something that is unorigional.
-- RP's about books / films. - Unless i have read/ seen them.
-- GirlxGirl - Just not my kind of thing, although MalexMale is okay for me.
-- Something that is unorigional.
An average post: wrote: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.
Literate / Advanced: wrote:It took a considerably amount of effort for Cole to remember what this day actualy meant. His concerns were limited, like most people when he had only just woken up, completely oblivious to the fact for at least half an hour of stretching that he was going to be tied to some girl for possible the rest of forever to solve something that in the end might just make this whole wedding irrelevant. But when he had remembered he grumbled to himself, knowing it wasn’t particularly something he was interested in. Cole’s interests were still so very limited, ranging from preferring just to sleep for half of his life, and dragging himself through a whole number of rooms in search for some food. It didn’t matter that his family were rich, or that they had always had some sort of expensive nanny that would bring him up he was still a typical boy. But he knew he was going to have to somehow turn into a man overnight. It was clear that hadn’t happened, because he slouched around until he actually got to the wedding, an obvious look of disobedience on his face as he sat there, unsure of what it was he had to do, because he never went to weddings, and it wasn’t like it was a situation he had been in before.
He knew he would just be sitting around waiting for a large period of time, he did after all have younger sisters and so he somewhat understood the importance of how long it took females to prepare themselves for even the most ridiculous things, whereas guys had no troubles in throwing things on and looking great.
But that wasn’t even an exaggeration. Cole had always had that ability to look good no matter what, not something he flaunted all that much but his plain, average parents liked it a lot. He shone without needing to bother, where his father was a balding, stern faced and completely dull looking man, and his mother alike, just a silent, brown haired and browned eyed middle aged woman that clung to his side, Cole stood out. Whether it was on a normal day. Where he was allowed to get away with wearing next to nothing because he couldn’t be bothered or when he was forced to wear a suit, like he supposed he would in just a few minutes, watching the people buzz around him, it was obvious he was one of the two people in this whole place that would enjoy this the least. They were so naïve not to see that, something that disgusted him just a miniature amount but, what could you do? It didn’t even matter if he didn’t smile, he just had a sort of natural beauty about him that sold him as a singer, or [i]anything. Not that he even wanted to follow that path at all. But he’d been proven wrong so many times about whether it mattered whether you wanted to do something or not. It was clear his opinion had no actual influence on his own life. It would be easy enough to just walk out of here right now, but he knew that wouldn’t solve anything, and he’d never have his parents off his back.
With no signs of reassurance from his Fathers behalf, his Mother just lingering uselessly at his side, flittering around excitably, she was the only one that looked pleased about this. Both him and his father had mirroring blank masks, null of expression although both for seemingly different reasons. It was almost like a competition between them, one that was endless it seemed, both of them testing the other in search of who would show an emotion first. But Cole was doing good, he did not look nervous, just highly agitated if anything, like he wanted to be anywhere but here, but for a reason that was totally besides the fact he was crapping puppies about marrying a girl in which he had never met, and could have a temperament exactly like his, in which they would clash and it would be very likely that he would just stuff her in a cupboard and flee. But his father seemed totally oblivious to all this, almost as if he was incapable of reading his own son. Something that didn’t surprise Cole, only when he was around the age of ten did his father treat him like a person, rather than some pet that needed taking care of. Only when he showed signs of having some sort of talent did his Father perk up and bother with him. Cole resented the man but reminded himself it’d be over soon enough, when he moved away from him and the old man died eventually. But that still didn’t wipe way today. Today he was getting married, for some bizarre reason that was beside him and he was going along with it. He didn’t need his father tugging on his arm to rise to his feet, dragging himself not very persuasively behind him, his feet scuffing reluctantly on the floor. He made things so much more difficult for himself at times, he acted like he was half sharp when it came to ridiculous things such as walking, when he was perfectly capable it just came down to how much he was willing to co-operate with people. With most of the time was not at all.
Ignoring his urge to shove everyone’s smiles right into their faces, as he drifted through somewhere unfamiliar to him, watching them all smile appreciatively at him, like they didn’t know how wrong this really was. Well they wouldn’t , any associate of his parents would be just as dull and ridiculously opinionated that none of them would see that he did, definitely not want to marry some random girl, that he could already picture would be needy, and he had no idea what to do with her, besides his previous and very tempting idea of shoving her in a cupboard.
Shrugging of his Fathers hand he sucked in a sharp breath, a sign that wasn’t too hard to distinguish as the fact that he was now very, very agitated. He shoved through the middle of them, separating his parents hands because that was probably as big of a lie as this was all going to be, and it had took him this long of ignoring it to begin to resent the idea of being forever tied to a girl that he either would, or wouldn’t sympathise with. Shouldering the door, he shoved his way inside, sinking down none too elegantly into the closest chair that was in there, stretching his legs out before him and childishly folding his arms over his chest.
It didn’t matter, despite his mind being full of opinions, despite him being borderline adult, and despite the fact that Cole was and always had been strong willed, this was something he could not worm his way out of, and he went along with it. He was frustrating his father to a great deal, scratching at his ribs through his suit, his face pulled into a agitated frown as he carried on twisting around, grumbling under his breath as he tried, unsuccessfully to make this damn thing comfortable. “You know if you wore them more often you wouldn’t be doing that.” His father chided, raising one eyebrow from across the room. Cole never impressed him when he was like this, he was going to stress him out enough that his blood pressure would rise and he’d just loose his patience with his son. Stepping over to him he slapped at his hands, complaining about how he was creasing everything up. It was a typical conversation, one of the only ones him and his son would hold, were they’d growl responses at each other and see who could stay in ones presence the longest.
In typical Cole fashion he was kicking off, stressed out with the fact that he could of done with those couple extra hours in bed to get rid of the grouchy edge he now had. He was pretty surprised by himself though, he managed to wriggle his way out of any situation that had him looking formal, and so he never made much of a serious effort with his appearance. He blinked at himself in the full length mirror that these rooms just held, his eyes travelling up to his father. He looked nothing like him, none of him or his two sisters did. They all drifted closer to looking like their mother, apart from Coles eyes were a slate grey like his fathers. He twitched his lips, but they remained in a straight, natural line that said he wasn’t clearly miserable but he wasn’t bothering to smile either. If it was his fathers usual company they would all be aware of this, everyone saw the fact that he wasn’t quite the rich, well mannered son he was suppose to be. But there was the other half of the crowd that would of gathered to watch this, her side of the family that would decide whether he deserved her or not. What he did not quite think about was the fact that she also would judge him upon the first impression that she gained from him. That his attitude wasn’t the best and she had all the reasons in the world to hate him and the situation she was in. Such a thing didn’t even occur to him.
Although he seemed like this was simply just something he wanted to get over with so he could crawl right back into bed there was a very small inner turmoil going on inside of him that could be classed as panic. But everyone dealt with things differently, some people cried, some people shook. Cole just got angry. He grunted out small noises of complaints as people made little improvements to the way he looked, to their eyes anyway because he couldn’t see the difference. He didn’t have anything against them though, only when his Father reached over to flatten down his hair did he flinched, spinning around and turning his cold, grey eyes on him, his hand half raised to obviously slap his Fathers away. There was an unspeaking, deadly silence between them, a tense moment where everyone refused to move an inch, watching them as they stared at each other. Cole dropped his hand first, backing away from the people still fussing with the off-black tuxedo he was wearing and shook his hair out, returning it to that, unkempt way that suited him, because he didn’t need to do anything with his hair and he refused it.
It didn’t take a moment for everyone to tell he had, had enough. They accepted it, because everyone around him was accustomed to knowing how short Coles attention span was, and how his patience ran thin as well. Ignoring the fact that he was chewing on his thumb, the only sign that he was slightly nervous he led him past bunches of people, watching his son zone out to the fact that he didn’t even reply to comments murmured to him on the way past, watching his son drift blankly down the aisle, standing stiffly at the front, his hand now lowered from his mouth only to tap his fingers repeatedly against his legs as he stood there, tensing up so he did not fidget. Waiting made it worse, trying not to turn around to see how long it would take before she was in there. And then he’d be married to her and then it would be done. No going back.[/i]
So yeah see if theres anything you like.
Heh heh, couldn't help that. One problem I do have is internet activity, please don't be put off if you're in a different time zone to me and post in the middle of your night or something, it'll all work out in the end.
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