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[ptsluvsnfl]

Welcome to this mostly dead rp space! This was originally a post introducing you to myself, but I edited it out because it was old and irrelevent to how I am today.

[Aly]

Good idea, Ken! (Bwahaha!! I have fixed both you and Dan with male names! xD )

*ahem* Well, everyone calls me 'Aly', except Lala who calls me Leelee, but I've been called so many things I'll go by almost anything!
I'm 16 and a rising junior in an AWESOME private, Christian school (WHOO! Athority-ness!) and live along the east coast.
I absolutly love to write and draw, and... ahh... it also might take away from some home work time. In my defence, when a picture gets in my head, I'll go crazy if I can't get it out! I'm also a soccer girl, being as that's one of the few main sports I'm good at. Horses are my love, swimming is my release, reading is my past time along with all that other stuff xD
I try to be unique with my characters, making them have huge twists in personality, majorly altered histories, and otherwise what makes my signature stand out on a character.

RP sample:

Just as before, the higher ranked man stepped forth and began to speak, but this time, there was no pleasure in his words, but rather, fear.

“Jukudo Naqui, you are hereby taken under arrest for association in the attempt murder of Mi’had Gilead, the ruler of the kingdom Dashi.” Iwao said, adverting his gaze from Jukudo’s.

Jukudo had been forced to his knees by the soldiers, but he did not look afraid. He looked very relaxed, though not exactly full of himself. He admitted defeat, and he was perfectly at ease at having done so.

With his voice no different than if he had been talking with an old friend, Jukudo responded, “Iwao, Mi’had has no place to title himself, nor is he, such. You should know that best of all, having served under the Naquis for so long.”

With a motion from Iwao to one of the men beside Jukudo, the solider drew his sword, ready to strike the man.

Iwao said, though barely audible, “I’m sorry, Jukudo."

Jukudo nodded, having heard what Iwao said. The soldier’s hilt thudded on his head, knocking him unconscious.

[Elli]

Okay... I'm known as Elli here... and I'm the Admin! *does a bow* This means that I am the lovely creator of this site. But it wouldn't be this way without my helpers. (Kendi, Nate, Aly, and Kay are just a few that helped this site started.)

Okay, so since I am the creator, I get to be the 'bad guy' if someone is not following the rules. I do not like doing this though, so please follow the rules!

Now, even though I'm the Admin I somtimes do not have time to get on. I know that I am not the only with this problem, so please bear with me and the others on this site that have this probelm. I enjoy drawing, although I'm not really good at it. I cannot draaw people to save my life. I'm sorry, but I love the '...' sequence, so most of my sentences have them... okay... not most, but alot of them do. Which you probably have already noticed. If you have any questions about me please feel free to ask.

Oh my... I don't really know what else to put on this. I guess all that's left is my example of a roleplay, which by the was was a vampire/werewolf roleplay.

Example of a roleplay ((Oh, I'm so repetitive.)):
Kenyon looked back and forth in the small town, looking for a place where he could get a drink or two... not of alcohol, but of some blood. Spying a small pub, he crossed the path that was a road and went inside. Almost immeadiatly he wrinkled his nose... werewolves. He never has trusted those creatures, it seemed to just defile the laws of his nature.

Grabbing a drink from the bar tender his golden eyes swept the pub, spotting a group of vampires sitting at a table. One he knew was strong and capable... most likely the reining vampire in the area. He went to another table opposite of the pub from theirs, and he calmly sat down in the chair against the wall. All the while his eyes were examining the vampires, as if picking apart their social structure. His lovely silver/blonde hair was cropped to a length that was considered long, but was still short enough to stay out of his way when he was doing... work.

While examining the vampires, he noticed that some of the werewolves were getting a little wild. He took a drink and glancing at the vampires, wondered what they were going to do to stop the mangy dogs from making a huge scene and ruining most appetites. He wasn't about to get into someone elses matters unless the dogs would threaten himself... well then he would have to take action.

[Paladin]

My TURN! Okay i'm the funniest, most pwning person of all.... x]
((not to mention, vainest! XD -Kendi))
I am a fifteen year old sophmore and currently attend a Catholic school. But dont associate me with a sheilded child. Its near oakland xD nuff' said.I am known mostly as Beto, Bedoh, and turkey. The most awsomist californian EVAH! (No i dont know movie stars. 0.o))
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Ex:

"Thats the last of them" He finished by slitting a throat. He walked towards the confiscated weapons a pulled out two swords, one was very demonic, the large ruby at the hilt appeared to contain blood, the blade contained stains of red, giving it a marron look. The other was very pleasing. The blade was so clean it was almost clear, very virtuous and holy. The sapphire on the hilt was shaped as a water drop or tear.
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"Minion, take this egg to the fortress, i need it heavily guarded, it is my key to one of the weapons that will lead to my reign"Jack spoke, almost joyously "Yes master"The minion replied "Oh, and find me the blood and tear aswell" The mion began to leave the temple. That is, until he noticed something.

[Kelila]

HEY! Kelila Brightrose here, resident Narnia Nutcase. And yes, I can be crazy! ((Reori: You ARE crazy. T_T))

Well, for a little about me, I'm Aly's best friend in "tha real world", and I'm 18, just a few short months younger than her. |3 In my "real world" form, I'm a glasses-wearing, nailbiting, out-of-shape student who's afraid of hairdryers but loves the smell of goats. I'm also a Christian.

My deviantART profile is here: www.kelilabrightrose.deviantart.com/

And my sample is here!
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Drabba and Valere had stopped for a break on their scouting mission for water. So far, they had found nothing, not even a single plant that could satisfy their intense longing for moisture. Drabba had crammed his huge form into the scant shade of a shriveled tree, trying to stay away from the singeing noonday sun. He was attempting to sleep standing up, but the heat was intolerable and kept him awake. He settled for leaning on the handle of his double-bladed war axe, closing his eyes for a slight respite.

Valere had climbed into the branches and lay, panther-like, along one of them. She was daintily picking off the crisp leaves, crumbling them in her long fingers, and sprinkling them on Drabba's bare, shiny head. He didn't seem to notice, but then he suddenly opened his eyes and glared up at her, grumbling out his irritation. "Valere, it is too hot and I am too weary for your games. But mark my words, if I had the strength and the weather was more temperate, I would heft this axe, swing it at your perch, and you would no longer have a head." He said all this with a sinister snarl, but Valere detected a faint glimmer in his eyes that revealed he was only joking. She laughed and rolled over on the branch, squinting up through the gnarled twigs to the blazing sky.

"You certainly have a sense of humor, Drabba. We both know that if you harmed me in any way, it would be your head rolling at the feet of Athir," she said with a chopping motion of her hand. "Besides, if you killed me, there would be one less knight to look for a new source of water." She turned her head to look at Drabba out of the corner of her eye. She pitied him. He recieved the same water ration as the rest of them, and yet he still had to maintain his hulking form. He was panting now, his broad dark chest rising and falling, covered with beads of sweat. That will make him more thirsty, Valere thought...

[spirogs]

Hum. Yes.
I'm the only foreigner dude here =P hahahahah I'm on about as much as Kendi... I lieve in Brasil! [<o>] *waves flag*

I'm a dA nut too, check me outz! spirogs.deviantart.com

-----RP SAMPLE-----
Clay rolled and dodged as he tried to keep out from under the Yellow dragon's feet. He rolled over to the side where Cari was and Gaddan continued to roar and sweep his large tail around.
Clay hoped to his feet picking his sword up from the floor and one again trying to attack one of the ambushers. He swung his sword ant the man with the shield who had hit Pyro.
The man blocked his blow, only to swing a blow at Clay!
Before the Man's swing fell, he was whacked against a tree by a long blue tail! Fafnir was breathing heavily, and he looked sick. 'The dart... I think it was poisoned', he told his rider.
Clay payed atention to on of the remaining men. He swung his sword at one, slashing him in the chest.
Fafnir bled heavily, and tried to remain concious as he blew snow and Ice at his wound to stop the bleeding.
Clay drew another dagger ant tossed it at one of the last two men, hitting him in the arm as they turned and ran for their lives!
'And doont come back!', shouted Clay, as he pulled out some cloth form a poket and cleaned the blood off his sword. Sheathing it he turned to face the others. Pyro lay on the ground unconcious. Fafnir was struggling to remain awake. Cari holding the stick and the large dragon stood unharmed.
'Weel than... That whent weel..', Clay said sarcasticly.
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Yes, Clay speaks with an Irish accent =P

[The Phantom Squee]

Okay, here's my bit. I'm currently a senior in high school, and I'll be turning 18 in January of '08. I go to a public school, where I'm a member of the top concert band and the marching band. I play the oboe in concert band and I march with the color guard. The colleges I'm looking at applying to are Drake University, University of Arizona, University of Colorado Boulder, and Alfred University. I plan to major in astronomy and minor in either music or art.

I'm on DeviantART as well: terjon.deviantart.com ^^

Here's a role-playing sample from a "Heaven vs. Hell" forum I'm on. The character I play is St. Ewan, an blind angel who wields Lux Hesperus, a weapon made of holy lightning.

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Directly from the spot at which Kaira stared, the air shimmered briefly. After a second, a pillar of light blasted from the sky, striking the ground and giving off a blindingly bright aura. Inside the pillar, an armored and white-clad figure shimmered into being. Within a second, Ewan's impressive figure had fully formed, and he stretched out massive white-feathered wings, soaring into the sky. There he floated gracefully, sensing all that happened around him; the suffering of the people, the presence of the two demons... His expression grim, Ewan held a hand out to the side.

"Lux Hesperus, come to me," he intoned, his voice soft and dangerous. Above, dark thunderheads twisted themselves into a spiral, then blasted a bolt of lightning at Ewan, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap. The lightning struck his hand, forming into a six-foot-long shape vaguely resembling a crackling yellow-blue spear, though it could easily have been a huge sword or even a simple club. Electricity from his weapon arcing across his body, Ewan pointed Lux Hesperus at Kaira. "Demon, cease your assault and return to the nether regions from whence you came," he said, the wind buffeting his surcoat and the loose ends of his blindfold.

[gin]

-Cough- Alright, my turn to introduce then. Well, for starters you can call me Gin and I currently have a career as a Manga Artist but, my work doesn't quite stop me from my love for roleplaying which I have a four year experience with (so by now I'm pretty sure it's never going to interfere.) Hmm.. I'm currently occupied in Tokyo, Japan but was born in Akita-Ken so I have a great dislike for the city setting. I have three dogs and one ferret right now and the only thing I like better then roleplaying is training/raising dogs.
That's about it.. And the fact that I've been told I have 'mental issues' by many people on many occasions. x.x; Just call me psycho, people. Aren't all writers a little off their rockers..?
-- Gin --

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Kyoushiro gave a sick, twisted smirk as his raven-black gaze was fixed below, watching the chaos he had so flawlessly created rage quicker then wildfire upon the Iga House. The Kishu's eyes seemed to glow with pleasure as his pupils reflected the site of the small house ablaze with flames that reached out to touch the heavens, an impossible task for even the strong, unpredictable element. Though the sky sobbed bitter, salty tears no amount of rain water alone could possibly put out the fire that was quickly spreading through the wooden and grass built shelter, the flames had begun scattering across the environment as well, forcing the Iga's to stop their knowingly futile attempts to cease the havoc.
"This... This, Gin, is true justice. It's life at it's finest, avenging everyone who's fell to these... these mutts! Now the Igas have nothing left,"the dog cackled cruelly, taking one last glimpse of the fire cursed Hell before standing up and beginning to walk away, lowering his head to attempt cleaning the wet mud off his formerly white-furred belly. "We should get going, before it starts making it's way up here. C'mon, Gin.."the male spoke to the silver 'tiger-striped' furred Akita Inu that was still looking down at the mayhem that Kyoushiro caused with pity-filled eyes.
"What you've done... It isn't a thing like justice, it's just revenge. Cold revenge that's costing innocent lives right now. Kyoushiro, I-" the Akita was abruptly interrupted when the scarred dog knocked the other male down into the muddy dirt with a strong swat of his paw. "Shut-up! I can't believe you, you're a disgrace for a dog! Have you somehow forgotten about John?! Aka executed him and those guys followed his orders just because he said. They deserve this, only our heaven burned, it's about time there's did the same,"Kyoushiro growled, baring sharp white fangs that glistened off the fire's flames.
"John died as a victim of war, and you criticize me. This act has done nothing but promote vengeance, and so long as something so foul exists wars will never stop.."Gin spoke proudly, raising his head from the ground, making his icy blue eyes meeting Kyoushiro's. "If this is your way of thinking, then I praise neither you, nor the Iga House. Both of you have been tainted filthy, you should make an attempt to clean yourselves, that's my last bit of advice... Good bye, Kyoushiro." And with that, like a holy shooting star into the hellish night, the dog darted off into unseen darkness.

[Jack Spinner]

Hello, there. I'm Jack, or as Disney Princess calls me, Mr. Spinner. She's Daeiel on this site, I think.
Anyway, hello there (again)! I'm not very experienced with RPing, but I really do like to write, and Disney Princess, sorry, Daeiel, says I'm not half-bad at RPing, and while I don't know if I trust her implicitly yet, I'll take her word, I guess.
So that's me, I suppose. Looking forward to meeting you all and story-telling with you!
Tell me if I'm awful, and I'll be sure to point a finger at Disney Princess and loudly say it's her fault when everyone knows it's mine.

[Charm]

hi people! my computer wouldn't load the little chatbox thing so i came here. i'm one of alli's residents on her hall (she's my ra) and i like to write so she said i should come here so here i am!!!!! that was a runon sentence. oh well anyways so hi! i'm looking forward to writing with you people!!!!!

[emma520]

Hello, I am a new born here. Nice to meet you here.