Post by Odango on May 15, 2007 21:28:47 GMT -5
OOC Information
Name: Odango
Age: College!
Contact: DumplingInBlack (AIM)
Role Playing Experience: Sheraton Academy, three years--characters include Meara Ryanne, Lysander Anastasia, Cal Owen, Christian Vogel, Danesh Yazdi, Donatien Montague, Jiao Jin Li, and Khairi Madho (all male). I was briefly a player at the private Trigun RP Project Twinsuns with the character The Shinigami (female), as well as a private RP called Voyage of Tears where I played at least fifteen characters that I don't feel like counting or naming off, male and female. Unfortunately, both of those died because the other posters got lazy. =( I'm also a member of a private RP called Praying For a Happy Ending with the character Raine Aldaine (male), which has been on hiatus for almost a year, but I'm hoping that it will come back to life sometime soon.
IC Information
Role Play Sample:
“What is going on, here?”
The words were spoken by a boy’s voice that hadn’t yet broken—high and feminine, but harsh and very, very serious. He was small, underweight and slightly too-short, diminutive in build as well as voice, but his blue eyes burned coldly at the three boys who had ceased their beating of one much smaller to turn their glares at him, instead.
Donatien Montague was his name.
“Step away from the boy,” he said. His tone was calm, but severe.
“Leave him be.”
His pale eyes glinted like sparks off a blacksmith’s anvil when his gaze narrowed at the three as they stepped closer.
“Shut your mouth and mind your business, boy,” the tallest snapped. He raised a hand, but Donatien did not flinch back. The other boy hesitated. Donatien smirked and said, “I am a revolutionary. If you were to attack me, what would that make you?"
Another boy standing beside Donatien, taller, lankier, with messy brown hair and cat-green eyes behind glasses – Meara Ryanne – spoke for the first time. “A counter-revolutionary? A royalist? A traitor?”
“Any of those means a shot in the back of the head, or perhaps the guillotine if they decide you are worth the spectacle,” Donatien finished.
“Revolutionary,” one of the other boys spat, shorter than the first. “Or terrorist. The words mean the same.”
“Would you like to say that louder?” The green-eyed boy asked calmly, raising one eyebrow. “I believe a group of revolutionaries is coming this way and I do not think they heard you.”
The two boys faltered, and the third, who had until then remained silent, finally said, “We should leave. The kid is not worth a fight in the streets.” His two friends growled softly, but stepped back, turned, and fled with as much dignity as they could muster, leaving Donatien and Meara alone with the small boy, still curled into a ball with his eyes scrunched closed and his arms covering his head.
“Are you hurt?” Donatien asked, his voice suddenly gentle, concerned. The smaller boy did not answer or even show that he had heard the other. The blue-eyed boy knelt down, Meara beside him, and Meara gently touched the small boy’s shoulder. Brown eyes flew open and he scrambled back, covering his head.
“Calm yourself,” Meara said gently. “We only want to be sure you are not hurt.”
Again, the small boy did not reply.
“Can you speak?” Donatien asked, very gently touching the other boy’s face and tilting up his chin. The other boy looked up with wide eyes, but still said nothing. “Can you speak?” Donatien repeated. “Can you hear?”
After a few moments, the boy shook his head.
“Can you read or write?” Meara asked.
The other boy shook his head, then held his hands with his palms just barely apart.
“Not very much,” Donatien said. “Not well.”
The brown-eyed boy nodded. He pointed at the ground, then slowly, almost painstakingly, wrote something out in the dirt.
Lysander
“Lysander,” Donatien read. “Is that your name?”
He nodded.
“Where are your parents?”
Lysander’s shoulders slumped and he shook his head, again writing something in the dirt—
Dead
Both of the older boys’ eyes softened and Meara cast his downward. Donatien rested his fingers against the back of his friend’s hand and the two looked at each other a moment before Donatien said, “My name is Donatien, and this is Meara. You stay with us, from now on. We will take care of you.”
The Genres: (Post all genres you will be role playing.)
Historical fiction
Original slash in any time period you can throw at me
Modern day
Modern day fantasy
Medieval fantasy
Possibly something with vampires
I'll give pretty much anything original at least a shot
I tend to shy away from RPs that take place in other universes--anime, movies, tv shows, video games.
Name: Odango
Age: College!
Contact: DumplingInBlack (AIM)
Role Playing Experience: Sheraton Academy, three years--characters include Meara Ryanne, Lysander Anastasia, Cal Owen, Christian Vogel, Danesh Yazdi, Donatien Montague, Jiao Jin Li, and Khairi Madho (all male). I was briefly a player at the private Trigun RP Project Twinsuns with the character The Shinigami (female), as well as a private RP called Voyage of Tears where I played at least fifteen characters that I don't feel like counting or naming off, male and female. Unfortunately, both of those died because the other posters got lazy. =( I'm also a member of a private RP called Praying For a Happy Ending with the character Raine Aldaine (male), which has been on hiatus for almost a year, but I'm hoping that it will come back to life sometime soon.
IC Information
Role Play Sample:
“What is going on, here?”
The words were spoken by a boy’s voice that hadn’t yet broken—high and feminine, but harsh and very, very serious. He was small, underweight and slightly too-short, diminutive in build as well as voice, but his blue eyes burned coldly at the three boys who had ceased their beating of one much smaller to turn their glares at him, instead.
Donatien Montague was his name.
“Step away from the boy,” he said. His tone was calm, but severe.
“Leave him be.”
His pale eyes glinted like sparks off a blacksmith’s anvil when his gaze narrowed at the three as they stepped closer.
“Shut your mouth and mind your business, boy,” the tallest snapped. He raised a hand, but Donatien did not flinch back. The other boy hesitated. Donatien smirked and said, “I am a revolutionary. If you were to attack me, what would that make you?"
Another boy standing beside Donatien, taller, lankier, with messy brown hair and cat-green eyes behind glasses – Meara Ryanne – spoke for the first time. “A counter-revolutionary? A royalist? A traitor?”
“Any of those means a shot in the back of the head, or perhaps the guillotine if they decide you are worth the spectacle,” Donatien finished.
“Revolutionary,” one of the other boys spat, shorter than the first. “Or terrorist. The words mean the same.”
“Would you like to say that louder?” The green-eyed boy asked calmly, raising one eyebrow. “I believe a group of revolutionaries is coming this way and I do not think they heard you.”
The two boys faltered, and the third, who had until then remained silent, finally said, “We should leave. The kid is not worth a fight in the streets.” His two friends growled softly, but stepped back, turned, and fled with as much dignity as they could muster, leaving Donatien and Meara alone with the small boy, still curled into a ball with his eyes scrunched closed and his arms covering his head.
“Are you hurt?” Donatien asked, his voice suddenly gentle, concerned. The smaller boy did not answer or even show that he had heard the other. The blue-eyed boy knelt down, Meara beside him, and Meara gently touched the small boy’s shoulder. Brown eyes flew open and he scrambled back, covering his head.
“Calm yourself,” Meara said gently. “We only want to be sure you are not hurt.”
Again, the small boy did not reply.
“Can you speak?” Donatien asked, very gently touching the other boy’s face and tilting up his chin. The other boy looked up with wide eyes, but still said nothing. “Can you speak?” Donatien repeated. “Can you hear?”
After a few moments, the boy shook his head.
“Can you read or write?” Meara asked.
The other boy shook his head, then held his hands with his palms just barely apart.
“Not very much,” Donatien said. “Not well.”
The brown-eyed boy nodded. He pointed at the ground, then slowly, almost painstakingly, wrote something out in the dirt.
Lysander
“Lysander,” Donatien read. “Is that your name?”
He nodded.
“Where are your parents?”
Lysander’s shoulders slumped and he shook his head, again writing something in the dirt—
Dead
Both of the older boys’ eyes softened and Meara cast his downward. Donatien rested his fingers against the back of his friend’s hand and the two looked at each other a moment before Donatien said, “My name is Donatien, and this is Meara. You stay with us, from now on. We will take care of you.”
The Genres: (Post all genres you will be role playing.)
Historical fiction
Original slash in any time period you can throw at me
Modern day
Modern day fantasy
Medieval fantasy
Possibly something with vampires
I'll give pretty much anything original at least a shot
I tend to shy away from RPs that take place in other universes--anime, movies, tv shows, video games.
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