Post by Sheng on Aug 6, 2007 9:01:50 GMT -5
Name: Sheng the Apprentince
Age: 500
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Role Playing Experience: MySpace (almost a year), Runescape(almost a year)
Role Play Sample:
Salem 1762, all of the people are in panic and scrambling back to their homes after recieving word about the presence of witches. "Sharp-Eyed" Reverend Hawks was standing upon the deck of the gallows, preaching about the evils of Witchcraft and the like. He seems to enjoy the fear he's invoking on the innocent people of Salem, Massachusetts. The fear of the Devil is too great for many people to bear for he represents the root of all evil and sins. He is against the Lord in the battle for souls. The Devil claims souls that have sinned against God and against His holy book the Bible. But, among the many screaming women and shouting men, both of whom are scooping up children and rushing home to barricade themselves from the Devil, there stands a young girl. She is no older than fourteen. Her name, Misty Cal, daughter to Taylor Cal the blacksmith who specializes in forging horseshoes. She is tall, slender, and with brown hair falling just below her shoulders. Her eyes, the color of the sky and with the distant look of young women daydreaming about their future husbands.
Misty is in a blank stare, nobody seems to notice her as they run for the hills. Even Reverend Hawks seems to not notice the fact that this girl doesn't seem to be getting trampled over by the hundreds of townsfolk streaming toward her. It was even in bright daylight that all of this is happening. All of the townsfolk are almost going straight through her, as though she was a ghost in the middle of the Town Square. In her right palm she holds a small pentacle made of pewter. In her left hand, she is holding on to a book written in an indecipherable language. The book seems to be as old as time itself. The cover was worn and torn, the binding being held on by just a few threads of leather cords. Its emerald lettering faded to the point of almost unreadable, and the pages were yellowed from age, dust, and dirt.
"Well, my work here is done," mutters Reverend Hawks. Slowly, he turns and steps off of the gallows, heading toward the church. In his right arm, he's carrying a very lage and ornate looking Bible. It's so new, the pages are as white as chicken eggs and the pages do not even have one tiny crease nor tear. The condition of the Bible seems to be very perfect. Reverend Hawks, a very religious pastor, takes very good care of the Bible seeing as how it is the very word of God Himself. God's word is that all who oppose him are Satanists performing witchcraft, the second worst sin behind denouncing God's existance.
As Hawks heads toward the church, Misty mutters something incoherently under her breath. When she was done, Reverend Hawks stops in his tracks. His eyes start to glaze over and his breathing went from deep shallow breaths to fast hyperventilating breaths as though his lungs were being restricted by some unknow force.
"Nnnggh," said Hawks clutching his chest. He was having a sudden heart attack. He was perfectly fine a few moments before, so why is he having a heart attack? Nobody paid any attention due to the fact that they were running home to pray to God to protect and watch over them to see that no harm comes to them. The noise had covered all sound made by the slowly dying Reverand Hugh Hawks. Misty had her eyes focused upon the cringing and flailing Reverend as he collapsed into a crimpled heap upon the beaten-dirt ground.
With Reverend Hugh Hawks down, her power within the town of Salem shall increase evermore. Misty Cal turned on the spot and started to head toward town, where the frightened men and women would be in one small area. The scene was perfectly alligned: No Reverend, hundreds of frightend people, and one little town of Salem, Massachusetts.
The Genres: Book Roleplays, Human Roleplays, Anime Roleplays, Fantasy-General, Fantasy-Medieval, Video Games, Miscellany
Age: 500
Contact:
Role Playing Experience: MySpace (almost a year), Runescape(almost a year)
Role Play Sample:
Salem 1762, all of the people are in panic and scrambling back to their homes after recieving word about the presence of witches. "Sharp-Eyed" Reverend Hawks was standing upon the deck of the gallows, preaching about the evils of Witchcraft and the like. He seems to enjoy the fear he's invoking on the innocent people of Salem, Massachusetts. The fear of the Devil is too great for many people to bear for he represents the root of all evil and sins. He is against the Lord in the battle for souls. The Devil claims souls that have sinned against God and against His holy book the Bible. But, among the many screaming women and shouting men, both of whom are scooping up children and rushing home to barricade themselves from the Devil, there stands a young girl. She is no older than fourteen. Her name, Misty Cal, daughter to Taylor Cal the blacksmith who specializes in forging horseshoes. She is tall, slender, and with brown hair falling just below her shoulders. Her eyes, the color of the sky and with the distant look of young women daydreaming about their future husbands.
Misty is in a blank stare, nobody seems to notice her as they run for the hills. Even Reverend Hawks seems to not notice the fact that this girl doesn't seem to be getting trampled over by the hundreds of townsfolk streaming toward her. It was even in bright daylight that all of this is happening. All of the townsfolk are almost going straight through her, as though she was a ghost in the middle of the Town Square. In her right palm she holds a small pentacle made of pewter. In her left hand, she is holding on to a book written in an indecipherable language. The book seems to be as old as time itself. The cover was worn and torn, the binding being held on by just a few threads of leather cords. Its emerald lettering faded to the point of almost unreadable, and the pages were yellowed from age, dust, and dirt.
"Well, my work here is done," mutters Reverend Hawks. Slowly, he turns and steps off of the gallows, heading toward the church. In his right arm, he's carrying a very lage and ornate looking Bible. It's so new, the pages are as white as chicken eggs and the pages do not even have one tiny crease nor tear. The condition of the Bible seems to be very perfect. Reverend Hawks, a very religious pastor, takes very good care of the Bible seeing as how it is the very word of God Himself. God's word is that all who oppose him are Satanists performing witchcraft, the second worst sin behind denouncing God's existance.
As Hawks heads toward the church, Misty mutters something incoherently under her breath. When she was done, Reverend Hawks stops in his tracks. His eyes start to glaze over and his breathing went from deep shallow breaths to fast hyperventilating breaths as though his lungs were being restricted by some unknow force.
"Nnnggh," said Hawks clutching his chest. He was having a sudden heart attack. He was perfectly fine a few moments before, so why is he having a heart attack? Nobody paid any attention due to the fact that they were running home to pray to God to protect and watch over them to see that no harm comes to them. The noise had covered all sound made by the slowly dying Reverand Hugh Hawks. Misty had her eyes focused upon the cringing and flailing Reverend as he collapsed into a crimpled heap upon the beaten-dirt ground.
With Reverend Hugh Hawks down, her power within the town of Salem shall increase evermore. Misty Cal turned on the spot and started to head toward town, where the frightened men and women would be in one small area. The scene was perfectly alligned: No Reverend, hundreds of frightend people, and one little town of Salem, Massachusetts.
The Genres: Book Roleplays, Human Roleplays, Anime Roleplays, Fantasy-General, Fantasy-Medieval, Video Games, Miscellany
