The RP School-Tutors Needed-Learn past the basics of RPing

[riddlestyx]

Thank you. Although, I might pick something exotic, but near a wolf. ^^ So don't fret.

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Sounds exciting. When were you planning on making the topic. I'm just curious, and a bit excited to get started. (:

[riddlestyx]

As soon as my muse comes back to me. c: It should be either today or tomorrow.

[readysetride]

-FireHazard-, yayy (:

So, what kind of RP are we going to do?

[Smamm]

Username:
Holli
Favourite type of role-play:
- Wolves
- Human High School/Collage
- Human Romance
- Pirates
- Almost any unique plot, I really don’t mind roleplaying anything, I like it all!
How long have you been role-paying?:
2-4 years… I’m not sure when I started. I think more in the 3 year range at this point… |3
Timezone:
East coast babay!
Literacy Example:

--CHALEON--

((You kidding me!? Your post is fine! |3 I luff how you describe things... makes me jelous of your skillz... D|))

”Please, Blake, he’s got nothing on me. I can take this futile shifter without so much more than lifting a finger… Or, I suppose paw would be a better illustrative word for this situation…” the words flowed off Chaleon’s tongue, holding an edge of his cocky and headstrong nature. His dark red eyes searched across the crowd, past the bloody tiled flooring, and to his competitor that was with the help of his manager weaving through the crowd toward the battle floor. The brute had already shifted, and had taken his form as a large panther-like tiger hybrid sort of creature. He moved with his head held high, shoulders broad and powerful, and his tail waving from side to side; strutting an aura of confidence Chaleon couldn’t help but smirk in anticipation. This ol’ boy didn’t see what was pounding his way, and if he did, he sure was going about showing it the wrong way. The shifter too was now glancing across the arena, and soon matched Chaleon’s analyzing ruby stare with his own dark emerald green gaze. The panther smiled, smiled in a taunting sort of fashion that forced some sort of higher power within Chaleon to grit his teeth. Chaleon’s blood was boiling, urging him to shift and to just tear this show off to pieces, show him a lesson here and now before the match even began. ”Stop this nonsense, Chaleon! This is a very powerful shifter, well known around the community of shifter battling. Maybe even one with a higher reputation than your own!” Chaleon ascertained what his manager was saying, but didn’t move his eyes from those of the panther until he felt a hard thump against his head. The shifter whipped his head around, and grasped around Blake’s wrist tightly, holding it in place before his manager had been able to move it back to his side. Chaleon raised an eye brow, as if implying that he didn’t really care what Blake had to say, and if he had any more to say he certainly wouldn’t be listening. Blake narrowed his dark, silvery gray eyes, furrowing his eyebrows in incurable frustration. The manager stared for a moment, pondering whether or not it would be worth his time to talk some sense into the fighter. Blake rolled his eyes when his mind was made up, and shrugged the shifters hand from his wrist, taking a step back. ”Keep your head out there… Don’t go psycho this time and kill anyone on the spot… Got it?” Blake commanded, but didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed his way past Chaleon and continued his way through the anxious, cheering crowd and toward the fighting arena. Chaleon paused a moment, shaking his head with an amused smile; not long after following his partner down to the bloodied tile arena…

-time skip-

His body ached, and his ego was broken. Chaleon had not just lost the fight, but had lost to a girl! Blake hadn’t told him this was a female against male fight, and she had totally taken him off guard at the wrong time. Chaleon had been toying with her, letting her leap at him and lithely dodging without so much as a hop to the side. Laughter had escaped his throat, and his grin had widened into one filled with enjoyment and delight. His laughter was returned with vicious, frustrated snarls and growls; but this only fueled Chaleon more. He began to grow bored, and so he made his move. With enormous strength, Chaleon grasped hold of the panther’s neck, and flung her into the northern wall of the arena. The black fur-ball crashed against the concrete with a thud, and landed on the bloody stained tile that lay beneath them. The green eyes flicked open after a moment of recovery, and they watched Chaleon with pure hatred and venom. His long nails clicked against the worn flooring as he ventured carelessly toward his enemy, and he had taken one step to fault and the shifter lunged. She landed atop of him, and shoved him to the tile with a loud thud. Chaleon gritted his teeth as a sharp pain emerged in the back of his head, seconds after it had bounces off the dirty flooring. His attacker had him pinned between massive paws, and as Chaleon looked up into those emerald eyes the recognition hit. This was a girl!? He could tell now as he swiftly realized her fairly narrow, but muscular frame, and all the other obvious details that made a female, female. His mouth dropped open in shock, and the panther smiled a knowing smile, and leaned down so that her jaws were next to his ear. ”Ciao, mio caro...” she whispered in his native tongue, and instantly Chaleon felt his eyes grow wide. Without hesitation the panther had grasped his neck, and thrown him against the wall, and landed atop of him with a sickening crunch. Pain throbbed in Chaleon’s shoulders, and soon his ribs as he began to cough up blood. Not giving him a chance to retaliate, the panther unsheathed her claws and started tearing at his flesh, ripping through his skin like a rag doll. Chaleon never found the opportunity to activate his inner demon, and with an opportunity lost, and so were his chances of winning this fight. Soon everything began to fade, and Chaleon woke in Blake’s house almost healed.

That was one good thing about being what he was. He had fought this fight days before, and was now nearly healed after what would have killed a human ten times over. Of course in order to heal so fast he had to be in his shifted form, but his shifted form was his more common form, so it wasn’t a surprise to awake in his wolf-hybrid skin. He had found the note after making his way into the kitchen, his paws sluggishly making their way to the fridge. The note was taped to the sterling surface, and read,
’Chaleon, meet me at the old Irish pub downtown at 6:00…
-Blake'
Chaleon, not without struggle, shifted to his human form and threw on some clothes before heading out for the little hangout that was very common to him. Blake and Chaleon had met at this little bar, and it had been their meeting place ever since.

When he wandered through the door, the same old little bell rang as it clanked against the glass door, and did the same as he shut the door behind him. Not many eyes turned his way, but Chaleon was just as indifferent to being noticed as to not in his human form. He slipped off his black top coat, revealing his plain white t-shirt and dark washed jeans. All of his wolf-hybrid accessories followed him into his human form, and so his bracelets were all intact, his necklace was around his neck, and his hat way tilted to the side atop his head. He was aware that he stood out as a human, but not many questioned his “style choice” even though he knew they all silently judged. A sigh escaped the boy as he draped his coat over the base of a bar stool he had chosen, and sat down with a light shrug. He held up his hand, lifting his pointer finger to the bartender. Chaleon was a regular customer, and so the bartenders were aware of what he always got and etc. The bartender set a red colored beverage in an odd almost triangle-like glass with a lime on the edge; in other words a martini. Chaleon delicately picked up the glass, and inspected it skeptically. He rotated his worst in circles, sending the blue liquid as well in circles, swirling around the glass. Shrugging off his skeptics, Chaleon took a sip, and smiled in satisfaction. He set the glass back down on the high counter before rotating himself so he could look around the bar. People escaped Chaleon’s understanding. Here they all were, screaming at each other because they were so drunk their senses barely operated correctly. Chaleon had gotten intoxicated once, once when he was fairly new to human life. It was fun while it lasted, but the feeling in the morning was by no means worth the trouble. Chaleon had a high tolerance for alcohol, however, having his olden years of pirating behind him, and his body being more superior to humans and therefore able to sort out the alcohol much faster and easier.

A feminine figure caught Chaleon’s eyes as she hung back at a lone table in the corner. To Chaleon’s dislike, he was fairly familiar with humans, and he was positive someone of this girls status would never be caught dead alone in a bar without two to tens of friends around her. She was in his mind most obviously a shifter or hybrid of some sort… ’Curiosity killed the cat…’ Chaleon couldn’t help but think to himself as he instantly raised from his chair, and nabbed up his coat and martini before making his way toward her table. There were many tables, different shapes and sizes, but most had been pushed together so that there were long, wide table of a couple twenty people drinking their lives away. His crimson eyes never left the girls figure as he neared closer and closer, weaving his way past waitresses and out of control guests. He sun and angled his body so he never missed a step, never spilling his drink as his balance and senses were keen unlike many of the beings around him. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Chaleon reached her table. He looked down at her from his superior decision, and asked with an edge of his charming ways, ”Is this seat taken?” Chaleon didn’t wait for an answer. He set down his martini and draped his coat over his chair before taking a seat across from her. Once situated, Chaleon’s ruby eyes met this girls equally red gaze. He sneakily eyes up this new face, and smiled with devious thoughts while taking a sip from his martini. ”So, what exactly are you my dear?” Chaleon asked while in the process of setting down his drink. He was certain she was no human, there was no way she could be; he would almost bet his life on it…

Do you agree to be fair and kind, only to help your classes?:
Of course! I’m not perfect now, but I’d be happy to help out anyone wanting some little tips and critique. |3
Are there any certain times or days you cannot be on?:
Tuesdays mostly and many times over the weekend…

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Username:
Holli
How long have you been role-playing?:
2-4 years… I’m not sure when I started. I think more in the 3 year range at this point… |3
Favourite type of RP:
- Wolves
- Human High School/Collage
- Human Romance
- Pirates
- Almost any unique plot, I really don’t mind roleplaying anything, I like it all!
Timezone:
East coast babay!
Do you agree to not take the criticism personally and do as your mentor says?:
Of course! I want to improve! |3 I’m really looking more on improving my diversity or words and better description. I tend to be pretty literary and plain, and I want that umph that really makes that whole visual difference when visualizing what I’m writing. Maybe some work on my metaphors and sensory language? I’m not sure…
What level of role-playing do you consider yourself?:
Intermediate-Advanced
Are there any certain times you cannot be on?:
Tuesdays mostly and many times over the weekend…

[Smamm]

Sorry to double post... |3 What sort of topic is in the process of being created? If you don't mind me and my rude nature, may I possibly be permitted to join in? |3

[.:OboeLove:.]

You don't even know what teacher you get yet, wait until your teacher is assigned and they give you your class' assignment >.>

[Smamm]

Okay, sorry! Thank you! |3

[backseatpanda]

WolfGirl, Voledemort, and Boom- Okay, so what did everyone have in mind? What would really put you in the danger zone?

Please call me WWG. I recognize it easier. Wicked's also good. I'm really up for most things. I despise power roleplays for the most part, and I don't like super cliche things like high school or romance. I like doing wolves, dogs, horses, some human roleplays (Sci-fi mostly). The roleplay styles I like the least, I'll post the least as well.

I kinda agree, power and fantasy-based roleplays aren't my favorites either.
As for me, I like romance but not as the main plot, survival is also something I wouldn't scorn. My favorite kinds of roleplays are big cats or dogs though, especially stray dogs. But I can of course do something different, if I'll be outvoted.
I won't refuse to do any other kind of roleplay, I'm always open to new things. c:

[riddlestyx]

Oboe, I won't mind if I have two classes, if it's still needed. =3