I'll make this brief and plain-looking, make a post or two more for Seven's character, and then expand and prettify... later.
A little about yourself: I'm generally laid back. I tend toward procrastination, but if I get into something, I stick to it. I do have a habit of disappearing if my real life gets overly stressful, though.
I'm interested in doing these kinds of RPs: fantasy, some modern if the plot is well-thought-out, romance, things like that... I like angels and demons rps if they have good plots...
What I may do with a little cajoling: play a male character...vampire/werewolf if it isn't cliche
I won't RP in anything like these: sci-fi (I'm a total fail at it...), first/second-person rp, canon, over-done plots
My literacy level is about: moderate to advanced
I try to post this often per week:as often as I can; I can only post as often as whomever I'm roleplaying posts.
Here's a bit from an RP I've been in (optional):
Allise Krelle
Seven's humiliation showed clearly on her face and she held very still while considering her options. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, obviously. Her pride would suffer if she gave up, but she was sure she wouldn't stand a chance if she kept going.
Her left side hurt from the blow she'd taken, and a dull thud echoed through her head signaling the coming onset of a strong headache from her fall. Her sword was partly sheathed in the ground, and...
"Personally," she said, "I believe that towels belong in bathrooms and kitchens."
Seven rolled over and pushed herself up. Her sword was used for support as she got to her feet. She used her left hand to rub gently at the sore spot over her ribs while her right was used to wrench her broadsword free of the dirt. She paused here, then commenced in sheathing her sword.
"But I'm not stupid enough to jeopardize my own well-being simply for sport, so," she brushed some her hair from her face, "I will concede defeat."
Her left side hurt from the blow she'd taken, and a dull thud echoed through her head signaling the coming onset of a strong headache from her fall. Her sword was partly sheathed in the ground, and...
"Personally," she said, "I believe that towels belong in bathrooms and kitchens."
Seven rolled over and pushed herself up. Her sword was used for support as she got to her feet. She used her left hand to rub gently at the sore spot over her ribs while her right was used to wrench her broadsword free of the dirt. She paused here, then commenced in sheathing her sword.
"But I'm not stupid enough to jeopardize my own well-being simply for sport, so," she brushed some her hair from her face, "I will concede defeat."
