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Artesian wrote:Username: Artesian
Favorite type of RP: Humorous, hard Sci-fi, fantasy. No romance-focused RP's.
Sample of writing:
Example 1: [In this, a character has been captured by the authorities.]
Finn woke silently. Years of waking up from forced unconsciousness had taught him the wisdom of withholding groans until he'd taken stock of the situation. He lay with his eyes closed for a few moments, testing his range of motion.
Range of motion: nonexistent.
Position: comfortable.
That ruled out a gutter, a metal cell, and a folding chair, but not a coffin or an armchair with straps. He opened his eyes a crack. “Oh...” he mumbled. Okay. Armchair with straps was closest.
“I see you are awake,” a disembodied female voice observed.
“No, no, going back to sleep now,” Finn said, closing his eyes again.
The female voice sounded a little irritated. “Remain conscious.”
Finn attempted to shake his head.“No. Sorry, I'm drifting... back... to sleep.”
“Finn Dash, you degenerate zrat,” another voice said. It sounded angry, and male.
He opened his eyes. The colored contact lens he'd donned for this job were out again, and the alterations they'd done to his chin were gone, too. “Guilty as charged. What can I do for you?”
“You can tell Commander Fletcher everything,” said the female voice. Finn snorted.
“Or you can die a horrible death. Personally, as long as one of you tells us the truth, I'm not especially partial to either option,” the angry male voice said.
“Here he comes now.”
The door swung open.
Example 2: [This character has -almost- died, and is in a dream-like state.]
It was cold here. He could feel time passing slowly, like thick, dirty motor-oil, allowing objects to slide through it like cogs in a machine. He couldn't hear anything, see anything, or even feel anything but the sluggish time flow and the frigid cold. It was seeping into him slowly, wearing away at him. He could feel grains of himself slipping away, wearing down at himself.
He felt as if he should shiver, but here, there was no relief from movement. Nothing purposefully, just the time sliding away from him, taking molecule layers of him as it went.
Time passed.
He could feel something else now. Instead of the endless absence of heat, the chill of nothing, he could feel himself now. Yes, he did exist. He had wondered about that, before the time brushed that thought away. Now, it took the memory with it, but he was still there. There was warm here, a stubborn lukewarm feeling deep inside him, resisting the icy tide. It was faint... failing slowly, as the cold chilled his surface and eased biting tendrils into him.
He fought it. He didn't know why, but that warmth was precious. He couldn't let the time eat him away. He fought, and time quickened, speeding on with the deliberation of a star's slow, inevitable, cooling. Then, with one more tooth of cold emptiness something sank into him, he realized with the strange logic of a dream, that the time wasn't what was attacking him, that center of warmth which was him. The time was indifferent, a slow, natural opponent. Some creatures, with fangs which reached deep down into his soul, was trying to rip him apart, send shards and shreds of the warmth into the inexorable flow of chilling time.
To know that something unnatural, something that wasn't simply a force of nature was trying to hurt him... it helped him. The slow dissipation of the warmth inside him slowed, steadied, sunk from the grasp of the teeth and claws of his opponent.
Suddenly, he knew why he was warm. He was a person, with a body which held the warmth of life. He breathed in, and out. In, and out. In, and out. He drank in the feeling... knowing, all the while, that the flow of time was still here, and the warmth was still fading slowly.
That was natural though, he considered. That was life.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None. I don't RP much, although I'd like to do more.








Ivalynfyre wrote:Form:
Username: Navajo
Favorite type of RP: Don't really have a favorite.
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Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Not at the moment.[/color][/size][/list]
A set of bold orange ears flicked under the sunlight. They belonged to the mutt demon, who went by the simple name Holly. Part lycan, werecat, and mostly demonic fox, the girl lived in the wastelands of a world full of demons. It was an easy life for her - living underground, alone, able to survive off of nothing but the blood of others. Like most demons, she was able to teleport herself to and from the human world, but unlike most, it drained her almost completely.
Blonde hair reached down to several tails with fur that matched the color of her fox ears. Orange-brown eyes held a certain innocence, despite the slit pupils. She stood in the middle of no where, yellow grass caused by the sun's harsh rays under bare feet. Something in her subconscious had told her to go outside instead of dozing off in the cool underground cavern she called home. Since I'm out here, might as well do some exploring.
There wasn't much to explore, though. Dying yellow grass for miles in each direction. There was a dirt path, though, that led to the more populated areas of the world. But, being a mutt, Holly wasn't welcomed there. That was why she lived in the wastelands - so she wouldn't be bothered by the pureblooded demons.
The humanoid creature began walking, forward. Her tails moved with each step, and occasionally one of her large ears swiveled around to listen to nothing. They flattened immediately as a crack broke through the air, and her eyes went up as the sky seemed to break apart. It was something she'd seen every time she'd traveled to the human realm. "Someone's going through the barrier?" she wondered aloud. A beam of dark-hued light came down, and something humanoid-looking appeared on the ground.
Curiosity was stronger that cautiousness and the demon half-ran, half-trotted over to the figure when the light dissipated. The sweet, slightly familar scent of humans became stronger as she got closer. Holly immediately bent down and slipped onto her hands and knees to smell the man who'd come out of no where. Her face didn't express the shock that came to her when under the human scent was more human smell. Not a demon. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, since to most demons, humans were more or less an irresistible treat.





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