 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 1:34 pm
Roleplaying ExamplesThe following guide comprises of a few roleplaying examples. They’re not definite characterizations of what ‘perfect’ roleplaying is for each of the levels; it’s a subjective thing, though I’ve tried my best to adhere to the very minimum standard of each level that I’ve come to embrace over my time spent participating in play-by-post, forum-type roleplays.
Think of this as setting a basic standard, if you will. All members of this roleplaying section ought to abide by some degree of structure; after all, roleplaying is a form of art beyond creating a character and simply acting it out. It’s the gateway to perfecting one’s skill at developing characters and writing comprehensively and interactively with other roleplayers. A less lonely form of writing, perhaps? It also tests one’s ability to react to impromptu pieces.
The following roleplay turns take the form of turn-based roleplaying; the type utilized in this guild. The scenes in all three examples are the same; catered to fit the minimum writing requirements for the individuals of each level. Remember, it’s about the quality, not just the quantity alone; even though both of them tend to come hand in hand.Beginner Roleplaying Example
Here’s a posting sample: Beginner A Johan sat down at the restaurant table, while waiting for his friends to arrive. Placing three sugar cubes into his coffee, he stirred it slowly. Then, as he looked outside, he saw someone he knew approaching the eating place. He waved to him, and then thought how much of a hassle it would be to go up to him and greet him, but he waved anyway to catch his attention. It had been so long since he last saw his friend. Johan wondered what they’d talk about. Would it be awkward? The last time they saw each other, it had been two years ago at their graduation ceremony. Now here’s a reply to it: Beginner B Nathaniel entered the restaurant and waved back the moment he saw Johan waving at him through the window. Stepping inside, he walked up to Johan and sat in the seat opposite him. He also ordered a cup of coffee from a waitress. Turning to Johan, he smiled. It had been a long time since he last saw him. “Hi Johan, how have you been?” Nathaniel asked, sipping his cup of coffee when it arrived. It smelled great but tasted better. Here’s a posting sample: Intermediate A Johan sat down at the restaurant table, alone. He was waiting for an old friend of his to arrive; but he hadn’t caught a single glimpse of them since the clock struck three. Placing the sugar cubes into his coffee one by one, it wasn’t long before he saw a familiar car pull up in the parking lot outside. “Hi,” he smiled as he waved to him through the glass. It had been a long time since he last saw the guy; he looked so different now. Gone was his brown hair, replaced instead by shimmering locks of black. He was also much taller now, and he seemed to have changed his dressing style over the past two years. Johan felt nervous; much more than the norm. What would Nathaniel think of him? After all, he hadn’t changed much save for a little bit of height that had sprouted since their graduation. He felt like an unchanging child next to Nathaniel already. Now here’s a reply to it: Intermediate B Nathaniel caught a glimpse of Johan’s wave before he even stepped out of his car. Turning off the engine, he removed his sunglasses as he stepped out of the car and under the bright afternoon sun. He took his time entering the restaurant as he gazed around, surveying the people, before his eyes landed on Johan. Stepping up to his old friend, he let out a sigh, followed by a large grin as he gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy. It’s been quite a while. How’re you doing?” Nathaniel said as he waved a hand, gesturing to the waitress, who in turn came down to take his order. “One house brew, please,” he smiled, and which she returned with a courteous nod before vanishing behind the counter to fetch his order. Here’s a posting sample: Advanced A It felt like an hour, really, despite the fact that only thirteen minutes had passed since he first took a seat in the corner of the restaurant. It was like an artificial state of awareness he was plunged into, self-induced from the start, as he became alert to each sound, each gesture, and each passing individual who breached their way into his consciousness. He could hear the sound of the kettles boiling from behind the counters and the coughing of the lone smoker at the far corner of the room; each sound, each splutter registering into the depths of his mind as he fidgeted nervously in his spot by the window. Thoughts plaguing him like a round of leprosy penetrating its way into the different levels that made up his skin, Johan wondered if the people surrounding him could notice his nervousness. Perhaps they did; after all, his fingers shook each time he reached for his lonesome cup of coffee and held it up to his lips for a single sip, before placing it down rigidly onto the cold, metallic table that embraced the painstakingly low temperature through cruel, conductor-embedded means. He felt cold sitting at the table, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Alternating between fidgeting his lower lips between his thumb and index finger and breathing into his ungloved hands, he looked up through the glass, only to spot a familiar face in the short distance ahead; separated by only glass and snow. The one person he had been waiting for stood ahead, exiting his car with such grace that would drive even a woman to jealousy. Johan let out a sigh; Nathaniel always had that kind of aura about it, and it always took getting used to. Now here’s a reply to it: Advanced B Nathaniel wrapped his scarf around his neck as tightly as he could before tucking it under his coat and behind the collar of his shirt. Winter was really the cruelest season, for it spared absolutely no-one from its blazing grasps and snow-clad embraces. Even now, he could see the flakes of beige snowdrops finding refuge on his car; threatening to blanket it before the day was out. Without another moment’s hesitation, he rushed into the interior of his intended destination, taking comfort in the slightly warmer establishment. The cold chased him in as he shut the door behind him, and he felt a shiver travel down his spine as he let out a breath of visible air from his lips. It was then that he turned to spot Johan sitting by the window, a single cup of coffee before him, and he appeared to be equally suffering from the cold. “Ah, man, it’s been a while,” Nathaniel muttered as he approached his awaiting companion, before taking a seat opposite the fairer haired individual, “So tell me how you’ve been, eh?” They really had a lot of catching up to do.
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