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Ah! I see you've grown curious of what my interests and aspirations are, didn't you? x3 You are perhaps also wondering what you can expect of me in a RolePlay! Well, let's start of with my basic interests, shall we? As you can clearly see, I probably
enjoy formulating mentally unstable (in other words insane) characters.
Books are also my other obsession, hence my secondary user name 'the book thief'. I'm always reading something, and once I grab a book, I cannot put it down
(which can explain why my posts are sometimes delayed due to me reading a book. xD). My goal in life is to become a
poet and author (not a big surprise there xD), and to also spread the love of books to those who think that books are useless wastes of paper. And I may also spread my mental instability to a few people! ;D Be warned though, i
f you tell me you've read less than ten books, or you hate books, you shall be
marked as my foe immediately (though I won't despise you, I promise! xD), and face my volatile, explosive instability. >8D Heheheh.. x3 Erm.. I am a very
understanding person, willing to give advice and comfort to those who need it. I will never use anger in my words, I promise that as well! XD
Moving on to the expectations from me! If you are my partner, and have
provided a decent and interesting plot for me to RolePlay to, I can
post about six paragraphs on average with one or two characters each time, having at least seven
sentences per paragraph. A vast range of
sophisticated wordings may also be expected, as I'm reading a dictionary and using a thesaurus constantly! Although I may look like a very experienced writer,
I still make grammar mistakes and such, so if you'd kindly point out even the smallest mistakes for me, I'll give you my full thanks! If
you're a lover of blood and gore, as well as violence, then you've found yourself the perfect source for that! I
cannot go a single page without adding some bloodshed into it! I am
able to play both genders (masculine and feminine), although I do prefer to play females sometimes since my main, favored character is a feminine herself. XD But it depends on you! If you play females better, play the female! Vice versa.
Best sample of writing:
łøšт.šαиıтч wrote: With final farewells, as well as a few punches, the assassins had finally went back to their normal lives, out of the trepidation that their newest addition had been causing for the past seven years. They themselves couldn't believe that the King himself had sent such a demonic figure to them to be trained to kill for a purpose, or even no purpose at all. Several men had been afraid to train with the figure, for fear that she may kill them without thinking twice. Yes, a woman. It is very unlikely for a lady to become an assassin, but this was no ordinary feminine figure that most people see every day. The woman is very robust, having about the same muscle-built as a knight, but yet, she is light on her feet like an assassin. Her complexion is very stunning and beautiful, that is.. until you see the scar that resides on the left side of her face. Countless of times, men had tried to seduce the woman to fall in love with them, but they always ended up having their throats slit without warning. Oh yes, the woman is a terror amongst humans now, especially her targets or those she passes along her paths. The leader of the assassins had to train her himself, since his men were much to afraid to even approach her.
Now, the red-headed assassin was now on the back of a brown-furred mustang, a very built horse that is made to last a very long journey. Her supplies are relatively simple; a few containers filled with water, a bag of hazelnuts, a couple of sandwitches, her weapons, and then the piece of parchment that had come from the King of Silicia. It was a letter, stating that the King had a special task for the woman to complete, so she was currently on her way to the Silicia Kingdom. After pushing some of the red hair from her face, she lifts her chin once again, clicking her tongue as a signal for her horse to proceed to a gallop. Soon enough, the woman was bracing her legs against the side of the horse, riding on its back as it freely sprinted through the open field of wildflowers and wheat. The rhythm of the collisions of the mustangs hooves continued on an on, and Aniera decides to think back to her past, her experiances with the assassins.
Her name was Aniera Wintermoon, her last name coming from the fact that she was born on the first night of winter, when the full moon had occured. It was her mother who had given her the angelic sounding name, but it was her father that had caused her heart to become cold, emotionless, hard.. The assassins had always feared Aniera, soon enoughing giving her the sobriquet, Bodacious Acrimony. She was fearless, and she was wicked. The sobriquet fit her perfectly, or so the others thought. Aniera wasn't as cold-hearted as she seemed, since it takes a lot to break through the thick sheet of ice that she cloaks herself with to prevent herself from being hurt once again like she was during her childhood. Deciding one day that her name was a bit of a mouthful, Aniera had shortened her name to Ani, which seemed like a rightful name for her new identity as an assassin. Oh yes, Ani was indeed a more solemn, and fearful name than Aniera, so that is what all others call her. If they call her else, she threatens to slit their throats with an eepe. Simple as that.
"Gid'yap! We must reach the castle before sunset!" Aniera snaps at the mustang, flicking the reins against the horse's shoulders. The mustang let out a riled snort, but obeyed Aniera's harsh command as it shot forward at its highest speed, trailing over the flat terrain with ease. Grunting with approval, Aniera lifted her head once again, soon spotting the silhouette of the castle in the distance. After a eight day journey, Aniera was finally close to the castle. Her legs were beginning to become a bit sore from riding for so long, and soon enough, she knew that she would have to stop to let the horse rest, and eat something herself. Her famished stomache began to snarl with hunger, but Aniera forced it down for now, deciding to stop after a few more miles beside the lake that she also spots within a few seconds.
After the very long run, Aniera pulls the reins back sharply, causing the horse to rear back onto its hindlegs as it stopped. With a grunt, Aniera leaped down from the saddle, stretching out her limbs as the mustang trotted over to the lake, and stooped down to drink the cool, crystalline water. Aniera walks over to its side, and takes one of the containers from the bag, flipping off the cork as she drank the water greedily. The suns heat had been pretty harsh, gleaming down harshly to try and attempt to sear Aniera's skin, but yet, it failed. Aniera's skin remined pale and smooth, only becoming rough where her scars were present. Another thing about Aniera that distinguished her from other men; she had much more scars than the average woman should have. The scars also add to the fear that others feel for her, which also resulted in crepuscular tales that are told to children, saying that if they misbehave, Aniera would come and slit their throats in their sleep. A very affective little saying, since the children actually believe it.
Finishing the sandwitch that had been made for her, Aniera placed a few hazelnuts into the horses muzzle before vaulting onto its back once again, and kicking its ribs slightly. The mustang broke into a swift gallop once again, heading on to the direction of the castle. Aniera, meanwhile, relaxes as she lets the horse run, adjusting the bandana on her forehead to keep her hair covering the left side of her face and also to hold it in place. When she made it to the gates, she didn't want to be questioned by the guards that stood there. Aniera always had been questioned about her scars, always being asked if she was some kind of outlaw or criminal. Each time, Aniera replied that it had been her father, who was now dead, that afflicted those wounds that resulted in her scars. Most didn't believe her, although some did.
Aniera reached the gates to the kingdom within a few hours, and immediatly, the guards blocked her path. "What is your buisness here?" One of the guards asked her gruffly, glaring up at her. Aniera keeps her face stoney, and holds out the parchment that the King had sent out to her. The guards realized who she was, and bowed their heads in apology. They then opened the gates, which Aniera passed through gratefully with her mustang, trotting along the streets of the Silicia Kindom. A few people look up to stare at her, knowing that she must be someone very dangerous by her frame and the way she covered half of her face with her hair. Ignoring their stares, Aniea tied her mustang to a column outside the castle, and jumped off of its back. Stretching out her limbs again, Aniera let out a bored sigh and sauntered forward, walking up the stairs that led into the throne room. Without even knocking, Aniera opened he doors, and walked forward along the carpet, her malevolent gaze locked on the King. "You called for me? For some kind of task that I need to complete?" Aniera spoke in a deep tone, one that held both her power and superiority. The King didn't daunt her, and if the knights attacked, she would just slaughter them with ease.
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The requirements I have for you aren't that many, but I am very strict when it comes to them. If you are to be my partner, you must be
loyal, and not abandon the RolePlay! It really breaks my heart (sometimes aggravates me) when one of my favorite RolePlays just dies when my partner isn't posting in it, but is posting for other RolePlays. I have a partner, who I will not name, who said our RolePlay is still going, but they haven't posted since August fourteenth! That is not what I want for a RolePlaying partner! So I beg of you, be very loyal! If you aren't going to post for a while, notify me please, just to ensure that I won't have a mental break down, worrying that you left the RolePlay! XD As previously mentioned, you
must be semi-literate (three full paragraphs minimum) to literate (five paragraphs plus)! I cannot stress this one enough. People who cannot even post a full, single sentence PM me about a RolePlay. It
really irritates the hell out of me. So please, be semi-lit or more. If I don't think you're literate enough, I may ask you for a sample of your best writing, which must be YOUR OWN, and not copied/borrowed from another person! You must also be okay with
basic romance (kissing, hugging, etc.). o-o I am a romance fanatic. There must be romance in the RolePlay. And if you're mature enough, there can be some more detail (off the site or PM).. As in, past Rated-R. Notify me in the PM of which option you want, detail or no detail.. ._. I know.. I'm a perv. -,.,- But hey, who isn't? XD
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✠ Ι. Be able to formulate creative plot conflicts, contribute, and put an effort into them!
✠ 2. You must be semi-lit (three paragraphs minimum) to literate (five paragraphs plus)!
✠ 3. Be active! At least one post per three days! (unless you cannot be online for a longer period of time. Notify me of that absence.)
✠ Ч. This is a must! Be a loyal partner!
✠ Ƽ. Be able to play both genders {not required.
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✠ б. Be able to play only 1-2 characters (for literate RolePlay), or 3-4 (for semi-literate.
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✠7. Be comfortable with basic romance! (Remember to notify me of the detail level you want! XD)
✠ 8. Be my friend? >:3