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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 6:57 pm
There's only one rule. Play in third person. Other than that, just Roleplay and show me what you've got! I'm only going to write a single sentence. First person to post decides where the setting is by seeing through their character's eyes.
Ready, Set....GO!
Liadan walked along the side of the road.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:37 am
((Yeah! This is for you people so that you can become better roleplayers! xd ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:31 pm
{Sweeeet xd }
Nickolas sat, crouched at the side of the road. His left eye was swollen, as was his right leg, several brusies decorating his muscular body. Around him, the rain drizzled onto the ground, adding to his bad mood. A big bag filled with smelly rugby uniforms and cleats sat beside him, and he sighed, falling over and leaning his head against it. The world looked different, from the side.
The brown fence across the small lane that people in this tiny town called a road looked like a ladder, each rung as rotted as the next. It had to be at least fifty years old, he thought. Possibly eighty. Puddles splashed in potholes, the tall grass wafting in the breeze. Several flowers were beginning to bloom in the field across from him, and cows grazed behind him.
When would his mother come, he wondered, to pick him up. The game had ended hours ago. She was probably with his sister, he realized, and scowled. The least she could do was pick him up...he was going to get sick sitting out here. Not that he cared. It was kind of nice, soothing on his sweaty, hot skin. Except, his leg was beginning to get stiff. He wondered if he should get it X-Rayed...there was a nasty lump forming.
Groaning, he turned his head up towards the gray sky above, sticking his tongue out and licking a drop of rain off his nose. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure approaching and sat up again, turning to face them. His behind was beginning to get soaked through with mud, and he shifted uncomfortably, turning away from them. It was probably just Mr. Connings, coming to tell him to get away from the cows. Too bad for him, though. He wasn't planning on moving until his mother got there.
With one large hand he swiped his chocolate brown hair out of crystalline blue eyes, closing them and breathing in the scent of the rain, the wet earth around him. The calming effect was wearing thin...and he was slowly slipping into an even worse mood than before. They had lost the game, again. Broken an arm on the other team, yes, but ultimately lost by two tries. Which, he had to admit, was better than last time...but it still sucked.
A bird tittered from the trees to his left, and he turned his head to look. He couldn't see anything through his left eye. It sat on one of the tall branches of a large Oak tree, whistling sweetly. Any other day he would have enjoyed it, but now his head was pounding and he wanted it to shut up. Vaguely, he thought he may have gotten a mild concussion...
{How'sat?}
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:31 pm
((That was really good! You can be my helper, Lolly, cause it looks like you don't need help xd ))
Liadan picked her way carefully along the side of the road. Everything was so muddy! Why did it have to rain last night? And why did it have to continue raining?
She liked rain. She really did. But if it meant sleeping out in it because she was low on money, then no, she didn't like rain. It made sleeping uncomfortable and wet.
Liadan was a mage. She used the natural energy in the air, plants, trees--any form of life--to make magic. No, she was not a witch. Witches used cauldrons, stirring up nasty brews and concoctions that tasted horrible. Not that she had ever tasted it, of course. It would probably make someone sick, give them indigestion or something.
It wasn't even real magic. Witches would be stirring their cauldron, eerie smoke boiling out (probably dry ice, but one could never tell...), and they'd be chanting some hocus pocus, calling some fake god to empower their indigestion-causing potion. Not even close to real magic.
She could make this rain stop if she wanted to. Well, not make it stop, just move the cloud along to some other spot. But that would disrupt the course of nature. There was always the chance a place might not get another rainfall for a long time.
Instead, she moved a little bit of rain so that she was standing in an invisible bubble of dryness. All around her the rain fell, but not on her. What a relief.
She continued to walk along and the bubble moved with her. She pushed her chestnut brown hair out of her eyes. Her eyes were a grey colour. They were a little eerie. At first glance it looked as if she were blind.
Her eyes were her mark. They marked her as a mage.
Every mage's mark was different, though. No two mages were exactly alike.
Liadan squinted. Off in the distance she saw a figure sitting on the ground near some bags. She continued to walk towards them.
The rain made it hard to see. She couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:07 pm
{{Awesome.}}
Nickolas turned, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of the figure he had seen before approaching. The light drizzle had finally soaked through the towel he had draped over his head, taken out of the equipment bag beside him. Beyond the towel, he could see someone, a girl, walking to him. She had brown hair, he could see...and it didn't appear to be wet.
'Magic.' He thought, then shook his head. Not possible. Nobody in this crap-town was magic.
At least, nobody he didn't already know about.
Turning away, he told himself it was a trick of the light, his eyes fooling him. Stretching his long legs out, he tried to ignore the pain coursing through his right one. What he wouldn't do for Kaelie to be here right now...but she wasn't. She was off in Scotland, with Marianna and Lucan, training. Again. He dearly wished to go with her, but he couldn't...he couldn't go to the isle they were on, the isle frozen in time. He wasn't one of them. Them being the Tuatha de Dannan. The fey.
Sighing again, he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes clouding. If you looked closely at them, you could see a slight red tinge that seemed to shine just behind them. When he was angry, it was more obvious...his eyes turned purple...and when he fought, they were red.
You see, Nickolas was...different, than the other humans in this town. He was a Berzerker, a barbarian. A fighting machine. He knew little magic, but could crush a skull with his bare hands. He played Rugby because it took the edge off of his constant rage, kept him from accidentally killing somebody...like he had, before he started the sport.
He reached a hand up to wipe wet hair from his face, water dripping from the neatly trimmed patch of hair that hung on his chin. Beneath the towel, his hair was curling, and he swore, smoothing it down again. He hated when it did that. When it did, it stabbed him in the eyes, and that was as irritating as hell.
Turning his head, he could see that the girl was closer, now. He tensed as he realized that she was, indeed, dry. He also realized that she was, definately, magic. He didn't know what race...but he knew she had magic in her. One of the few he ever saw, really. In this town, there were only 4. Himself, Kaelie, Oran, and Alice. As said before, Kaelie was gone in Scotland. (In the past, actually.) Alice could never be found, as she had no home and was a regular couch surfer, and Oran was always busy with something or other. Four magical beings, stuck in this crap-a** town. Wonderful.
Before he had found Alice, she had been messing around in the park, scaring some littler children with her powers. She was a being of shadows, a Demi-goddess. Her father had slept with Necrosia, the goddess of shadows. Alice had been the result. The only reason she had stopped and joined him in his plight to control their abilities was a strong respect she said she felt for him.
He had been friends with Kaelie all his life, and after an incident in the past, they had realized that she was a Faery, and a powerful one at that. She had always lived beside him in the tall white house, had always been there.
Oran was just a recent addition. He was a transfer from England; a Cleric. A healer.
Nick sorely wished he was here too, to make his bloody leg stop throbbing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 7:36 pm
Liadan walked up to the person and saw that it was a boy. She silently reached her hand up in front of her and extended the dry bubble to cover him too. It would probably scare him a bit, but at least he would be dry...unless he took off into the rain. The bubble wouldn't follow him.
Liadan looked down at him. She could tell that he was different, but didn't know what he was.
"Hi" She said with a small smile. She had a slight accent. "Nasty weather out, isn't it?"
He would probably ask if she was blind. That's what everyone said when they first met her. The second would be how she could find her way so well, being blind and all. She never had a chance to answer the first question before they plowed onto their second.
And her answer would always be the same. She could find her way around perfectly fine because she was not blind.
She sometimes wished her mark had been something else.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:37 am
"It could be worse." He replied, shaking the water from his hair with his hands and shoving the towel into his bag. He had no need for it, now that he was dry. He didn't look at her directly, only gazed half-way through the corner of his eye. He'd learned the hard way that looking directly at some magical beings didn't end well. Like looking at Lucan dead straight in the eyes. Boy, that had been a huge mistake. Stupid Lucan...
Brushing hair from his eyes, he turned his head a bit, still using his peripheral vision to look at her.
"What kind of an accent is that?" He asked. True, if he had of seen her eyes, he would have asked if she was blind (He just lacked Tact that way.), but at the moment he was somewhat avoiding having to do so. So, he chose the second interesting thing about her that he had noticed. Her accent. He couldn't tell what it was, exactly. Usually he had an ear for this kind of thing.
A patient boy, he didn't turn to look at her for her answer. He wasn't as polite as he could have been, thus, and didn't look her in the eyes as he spoke. His mum would have had his head on a platter if she'd known. Blowing hair out of his eyes, he sat still, listening and waiting for her reply. Maybe when she spoke again, he'd be able to figure it out before she told him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:34 pm
Liadan laughed softly. He was different. For one thing, he wouldn't look her in the eyes. and he had asked her about her accent instead of her eyes first. But she wasn't an enchantress, so it was safe to look her in the eyes.
"My mom was British, my dad half scottish, half irish. His accent was a mix, so I attained his and my mother's accent...Mine's even more odd than my father's was." She said as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"Umm...It's safe to look at me." She said with anoher laugh. "My eyes don't do anything." She couldn't read minds, but she understood that it could be dangerous if you looked into the eyes of the wrong person.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:19 pm
"Hn...interesting." He said with a half-smile, turning to look at her. "Nice." He commented then, looking at her eyes. "But you never can be too careful about it..." He shrugged. "You could say I learned that the hard way..." He shook his head, almost chuckling. But really, the situation hadn't been funny at the time...in fact, it still gave him nightmares.
Leaning back on his hands, he looked up at her again. "So, how'd you get to this hole?" He asked, turning away once more and staring out at the drizzling grey he had once sat in. What a comfort, what a luxury, to be here in this bubble. It was nice. Nicer than out there, anyways.
Looking back up at her, he smiled friendily. Be nice, he told himself, or Kaelie will have your a**. Not that he was being a push-over. She was just someone he listened to...couldn't say no. He would swear that sometimes she had him under a spell...which was very likely, actually. Furrowing his eyebrows and looking away, he seriously considered this, waiting yet again for her answer.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:58 pm
Tsubasa huddled under a small bush, secretly listening to everything being said between the Mage and the Berzerker. The had not mentioned what the were the each other, but Tsubasa could tell, just by their actions. She wouldn't be much if a Shapeshifter if she couldn't figure things like that out.
She gazed longingly at the sky, wishing she could spread her stiff limbs. She had been on her own for two years already, ever since she left her parents' home. Shapeshifters were loners by nature, and it wasn't unusual for them to leave their parents early in their life.
She was a sparrow right now. Most Shapeshifters had certain forms they liked the most. For her, they were creatures that could fly. That's why her name was 'Tsubasa', or wing.
She shifted her wings and looked up at the sky nervously. Shapeshifters had a time limit of one hour, and her time was almost up. Stupid rain! I can't fly in this weather!
((I need critics! Someone tell me what and how I can improve...))
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:33 pm
[[Yay! ^^ You're here. That's good! =)
And since Lenah isn't, I suppose it's my turn to be a critic??
That's a good introductory post, as you placed your character somewhere where they could interact with the others. Saying that you were all the way in town would have been bad, because then you can't be involved that easily, and are lost or forgotten or just not involved. It's a major killer of roleplays, I assure you.
Secondly, you stated what you were quickly, and cleared up any confusion as to why you were under a bush, of all things. However, you still lack a few things. A true appearance, for instance, is nice to have. Of course, seeing as your character is a shapeshifter, it would be introduced later on. Even when you have a picture of your character, it's nice to have a written example of what you look like, so people don't have to go all the way back to the first page to find it. Subtle hints can be placed throughout the course of the roleplay, such as "Liena brushed away silver tendrils of hair and smiled at him", to remind people what you look like. As a guilty party to a terrible memory, I always find that to be nice.
Ehm...*scratches head* Your descriptions of what she does are good, and you outlined your shapeshifters fine. You also gave plenty of opportunity for your character, as I said before, to interact with others, due to the hour limit being almost up. That's good! smile
Although I doubt a light drizzle is enough to ground a bird, but oh well. It's still good.
I totally say good too much...
But, ehm, anyways.
In the second sentence, there's a spelling mistake, but that's okay since it's just one. However, it's always good to read over your posts to try and weed out anything like that. I know I've made some huge mistake like typing what I hear around me randomly into part of a post and then continuing like nothing was wrong. Luckily, I caught it, or it could have been embarassing...But anyways, what I'm trying to say is a quick scan is great for catching spelling mistakes.
And that's all for now! ^^]]
Nickolas shifted his weight off of his hands, twisting his hands around and creating wince-worthy cracks from his wrists. It was nothing unusual, though. His hands did that on a regular basis. Alice slapped him every time he did it, but he couldn't help it. It was a bad habit.
Looking around in the small space of silence, he spotted a bird trapped under a bush. Frowning, he examined it closely. While the rain wasn't so bad, he figured it was stuck under there, scared of it...or something. His own animals had regular panic attacks as soon as the kitchen sink started dripping.
"Hold on one second." He said to the girl, standing up and moving to the bush. Gently, but still quickly, he picked it up so it wouldn't hurt itself trying to get out from his hand, but still so he wouldn't hurt it. Carefully, he stroked it's head with one finger to calm it and re-entered the protective bubble, looking at the bird. It had a strange intelligence in it's eye...odd.
"Now, what was I saying?" he asked, stretching his leg out in front of him yet again and still holding the bird, loosening his grip. With any luck, it would realize that flying out of the bubble would only leave it back in the rain.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 3:12 pm
((Woo hoo! Finally someone criticizes my work! I get so annoyed every time I hear something like "I like it!" stressed Seriously, how is that going to help me?!?!?!? Btw, something was wrong with my "y" and "u" keys yesterday, that's why I had those spelling mistakes... Anyway, you have a point about the light drizzle grounding a bird, my bad... sweatdrop Thank you!))
Tsubasa stiffened as she felt the Berzerker examining her. Does he know? ...Probably not... Not many people knew Shapeshifters existed since they usually kept to themselves.
He was coming closer. Before she could react, he had picked her up. Despite her frantic flapping and the fact that she was pecking his hand with her beak, he had a firm grip. She started to panic. There was less than one minute left!
She was inside the bubble of air now, and the Berzerker had loosened his grip and sat down. 5 seconds... She tried to wiggle out, even though she knew she wouldn't be about to make it in time. Two... She was free! Quickly, she flew into the air, shooting out of the bubble.
It was too late. As soon as she shot out of the bubble, her form had changed. A teenage girl fell to the ground. She had short black hair, red eyes, a slender figure, was wearing a pink kimono, and had feathery, golden wings coming out of her back. Tsubasa landed on one of her wings, felt searing pain, and heard a small crack.
((How's that?))
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:33 pm
((Oh wow, I like it!
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Okay, I'm teasing you. xd
You got involved with Lolly's character quite fast. That's good. Like she said, if there's no interaction, then poof, there goes the roleplay. You gave a good visual description of what your character looks like. umm...I don't really have too much to say.
By the way, you don't really need to be critiqued for every paragraph you do.))
Liadan never got to answer his question. She saw Nickolas go over to the bush and bring back a small bird. Right away she got the eerie feeling that that bird was...different...somehow. Some might call it a sixth sense.
A minute later, she got her answer. The bird turned into a girl who looked to be in her teens. "Oh my..." She said in her accented voice, walking over to the girl and kneeling beside her. Shapeshifter. She thought. She had only met one in her life, but ever since then, she'd known what their energy felt like.
Liadan put the protective bubble over the girl and knelt beside her, feeling the girl's wing up. She had heard it crack. "Oh my..." She said again.
"Miss." she addressed the younger girl. "Your wing is broken. If you'll just hold on for a second, it will be all better.” She helped the girl sit up and prepared to heal it.
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