Post by Calypso on Mar 22, 2006 12:09:32 GMT -5
^_^
OOC Information
Name: You can call me Lali
Age: 17
Contact: Laligin@hotmail.com
Role Playing Experience: Been RPing since I was 11... started off at a most wonderful little Redwall site called Just Another Redwall. It's dead now. *sigh* Anywho, been on various places since then, including at the moment my own site, Den of Thieves, and a lovely literate place called Meliora. Such fun.
IC Information
Role Play Sample: Hmm. Well here's a short opening post for my bowyer/fletcher Lanje Ferro. Oroca, by the way, is his horse.
Once he was through the main gates, Lanje took the opportunity to examine his surroundings. As Oroca plodded steadily onwards, he gazed from his vantage point on the wagon front, taking in the small, numerous houses along the crowded streets. He saw a wide range of people, and heard them too, as they were forced to make way for the wagon - Oroca didn't even think of stopping, moving on with all the implacability of a glacier.
Eventually, he arrived in the central square, and calmly surveyed the area. His arrival did not go unnoticed, but most others seemed to be too busy to bother about a newcomer. They all had errands (or stalls for that matter) of their own to run. He flicked the reins a little, and Oroca obediently turned, pulling the wagon to an empty space in the stall area. She stopped more or less where he'd intended, and he easily jumped down from the wagon, fetching the struts that propped up the shafts when the vehicle was stationary.
He was sorted quickly enough, and Oroca simply stood in place solidly, undisturbed by the rising noise of bartering. She flicked her tail idly, but he knew she'd be fine for an hour or two before he would have to find stabling for her. And himself.
Smiling very faintly at the thought, he leant three bows against the wagon and lounged back in the driving seat, idly picking up a few half-finished arrows and beginning to add the final feathers.
Unlike the other sellers in the market area, he didn't call out or try and bully the passers-by into buying from him. Funds were average at the moment, and he could afford to wait for someone to seek him out.
The Genres: Um. Mostly the Fantasy types, I guess. But I can go with more or less anything - I'm just not quite as good at it. ^_^
OOC Information
Name: You can call me Lali
Age: 17
Contact: Laligin@hotmail.com
Role Playing Experience: Been RPing since I was 11... started off at a most wonderful little Redwall site called Just Another Redwall. It's dead now. *sigh* Anywho, been on various places since then, including at the moment my own site, Den of Thieves, and a lovely literate place called Meliora. Such fun.
IC Information
Role Play Sample: Hmm. Well here's a short opening post for my bowyer/fletcher Lanje Ferro. Oroca, by the way, is his horse.
Once he was through the main gates, Lanje took the opportunity to examine his surroundings. As Oroca plodded steadily onwards, he gazed from his vantage point on the wagon front, taking in the small, numerous houses along the crowded streets. He saw a wide range of people, and heard them too, as they were forced to make way for the wagon - Oroca didn't even think of stopping, moving on with all the implacability of a glacier.
Eventually, he arrived in the central square, and calmly surveyed the area. His arrival did not go unnoticed, but most others seemed to be too busy to bother about a newcomer. They all had errands (or stalls for that matter) of their own to run. He flicked the reins a little, and Oroca obediently turned, pulling the wagon to an empty space in the stall area. She stopped more or less where he'd intended, and he easily jumped down from the wagon, fetching the struts that propped up the shafts when the vehicle was stationary.
He was sorted quickly enough, and Oroca simply stood in place solidly, undisturbed by the rising noise of bartering. She flicked her tail idly, but he knew she'd be fine for an hour or two before he would have to find stabling for her. And himself.
Smiling very faintly at the thought, he leant three bows against the wagon and lounged back in the driving seat, idly picking up a few half-finished arrows and beginning to add the final feathers.
Unlike the other sellers in the market area, he didn't call out or try and bully the passers-by into buying from him. Funds were average at the moment, and he could afford to wait for someone to seek him out.
The Genres: Um. Mostly the Fantasy types, I guess. But I can go with more or less anything - I'm just not quite as good at it. ^_^