Post by llewelyn on Apr 23, 2006 23:17:52 GMT -5
Name: Llewelyn
Age: 13
Contact: Email - mitouthebeetou@gmail.com
RP Experience: 2 years; Neopets, Avidgamers.
Sample paragraph:
A young-looking mage was seen not far from the Elven forest. This wizard was actually 100 years old, but had the physical appearance of a 20 year-old for he had mastered the magic of rejuvenation. As his white horse slowly trotted on the muddy trail, his long white hair did not even bounce for it was so wet from the rain that came pouring down in an instant.
His blue eyes would remind anyone of a stormy night in the middle of an ocean, thus some probably have confused his eyes for grey ones. With little bags under them, for he had stayed awake for a whole week to find the Elven region, his eyes darted around the trail, searching for a small opening, maybe a strange rock, maybe a suspicious tree, just something that might lead him to the Elves. His white robe was now a bit clear of a stormy night in the middle of an ocean, thus some probably have confused his eyes for grey ones. With little bags under them, for he had stayed awake for a whole week to find the Elven region, his eyes darted around the trail, searching for a small opening, maybe a strange rock, maybe a suspicious tree, just something that might lead him to the Elves.
His white robe was now a bit clear and and an extra white shirt and pants were revealed. He was prepared for the rain and did not expect to conquer these Elves with them staring at his muscular body.
His white boot covered feet shook from anxiety as he repeatedly kicked his horse, forcing it to gallop even faster. His muscles tensed as he heard the shaking of nearby trees.
He quickly shook off the doubt for his stomach ached from nervosity. He took a deep breath and calmed himself by humming a familiar tune. An elven tune, to be precise, that hinted the content of the Elven Magical Scroll. Nobody had ever been able to decipher the tune, but now Llewelyn found joy in singing it.
He wiped his eyes with his already wet sleeve for some drops of rain had unsuspectedly dropped directly into his eyes. The mage cursed as he wet his already wet eyes. When he finally regained sight, he slightly bowed his head to avoid another incident like this.
The Genres: Mostly medieval fantasy, but I am open to try most RPs. I will definitely not do movie RPs though.
Age: 13
Contact: Email - mitouthebeetou@gmail.com
RP Experience: 2 years; Neopets, Avidgamers.
Sample paragraph:
A young-looking mage was seen not far from the Elven forest. This wizard was actually 100 years old, but had the physical appearance of a 20 year-old for he had mastered the magic of rejuvenation. As his white horse slowly trotted on the muddy trail, his long white hair did not even bounce for it was so wet from the rain that came pouring down in an instant.
His blue eyes would remind anyone of a stormy night in the middle of an ocean, thus some probably have confused his eyes for grey ones. With little bags under them, for he had stayed awake for a whole week to find the Elven region, his eyes darted around the trail, searching for a small opening, maybe a strange rock, maybe a suspicious tree, just something that might lead him to the Elves. His white robe was now a bit clear of a stormy night in the middle of an ocean, thus some probably have confused his eyes for grey ones. With little bags under them, for he had stayed awake for a whole week to find the Elven region, his eyes darted around the trail, searching for a small opening, maybe a strange rock, maybe a suspicious tree, just something that might lead him to the Elves.
His white robe was now a bit clear and and an extra white shirt and pants were revealed. He was prepared for the rain and did not expect to conquer these Elves with them staring at his muscular body.
His white boot covered feet shook from anxiety as he repeatedly kicked his horse, forcing it to gallop even faster. His muscles tensed as he heard the shaking of nearby trees.
He quickly shook off the doubt for his stomach ached from nervosity. He took a deep breath and calmed himself by humming a familiar tune. An elven tune, to be precise, that hinted the content of the Elven Magical Scroll. Nobody had ever been able to decipher the tune, but now Llewelyn found joy in singing it.
He wiped his eyes with his already wet sleeve for some drops of rain had unsuspectedly dropped directly into his eyes. The mage cursed as he wet his already wet eyes. When he finally regained sight, he slightly bowed his head to avoid another incident like this.
The Genres: Mostly medieval fantasy, but I am open to try most RPs. I will definitely not do movie RPs though.