Post by requias on Jun 10, 2006 11:11:00 GMT -5
1. Requias or Hex are preferred names, both IC and OOC, although when in character I’d prefer Requias until characters come to know mine.
2. I tend to roleplay a lot of ethereal and otherworld fantasy ( weres, vampires, dragons, kitarri, ertc), but I explore a lot as I enjoy challenging my ability to adapt my style of writing and such.
3. I have no limits; albeit twinks and such really do vex me…I do not think I will wind up having that problem here though.
4. 9 years as of next month
5. {Fantasy, using my character Ilariah from a book I’m writing}
She stepped quietly out into the night, her black doeskin booths making little sound as her feet went from the solid rock of the entryway to the grassy field outside of what had been her home. White-hot tears stung her silver eyes, rolling down her narrow face in large pregnant droplets as she turned to look back at the small rickety cabin she had, since her memory began, called her home. The candles were all out, and what had seemed to be an eternal place of wisdom and joy was now dead and vacant before her. Even the vine-roses, and the elaborate garden, had seemingly died, showing nothing but skeletal remains of knowing herbs and plants. She turned slowly back to the grassy path that lead into the forest, fingers running numbly to her belt, checking unconsciously to be sure that she had her dagger slipped into it, the small leather pouch her grandmother had given her, filled heavy with healing stones, a much smaller one, filled with two silver coins, and five coppers, and the tiny burlap sack she wore aboute her neck, holding within it an array of seeds she had spent thw whole 17 years of her life gathering, for when this day came. “One day, my child, you’ll be on your own… For I am old, and growing more weary as the days press on…I have never left the safety of this place, Ilariah…Never ventured to share and grow my knowledge…But you will my dear….You will…” her grandmother’s words danced around in her brain, words she had heard so long ago, sitting upon the ancient woman’s knee…though she had never believed them before this. Her footsteps hastened, and her slender hands raised and angrily pulled her silken violet hair back into a bun at the nape of her neck…”Some wise woman she was” she mumbled angrily, her voice shaky from three hours of sobbing at the bedside of what now contained naught but a corpse…..
{Wha….Got a little caught up…Hope it’s not too long!!!!!*does her nerveous dance, waiting quietly*}
2. I tend to roleplay a lot of ethereal and otherworld fantasy ( weres, vampires, dragons, kitarri, ertc), but I explore a lot as I enjoy challenging my ability to adapt my style of writing and such.
3. I have no limits; albeit twinks and such really do vex me…I do not think I will wind up having that problem here though.
4. 9 years as of next month
5. {Fantasy, using my character Ilariah from a book I’m writing}
She stepped quietly out into the night, her black doeskin booths making little sound as her feet went from the solid rock of the entryway to the grassy field outside of what had been her home. White-hot tears stung her silver eyes, rolling down her narrow face in large pregnant droplets as she turned to look back at the small rickety cabin she had, since her memory began, called her home. The candles were all out, and what had seemed to be an eternal place of wisdom and joy was now dead and vacant before her. Even the vine-roses, and the elaborate garden, had seemingly died, showing nothing but skeletal remains of knowing herbs and plants. She turned slowly back to the grassy path that lead into the forest, fingers running numbly to her belt, checking unconsciously to be sure that she had her dagger slipped into it, the small leather pouch her grandmother had given her, filled heavy with healing stones, a much smaller one, filled with two silver coins, and five coppers, and the tiny burlap sack she wore aboute her neck, holding within it an array of seeds she had spent thw whole 17 years of her life gathering, for when this day came. “One day, my child, you’ll be on your own… For I am old, and growing more weary as the days press on…I have never left the safety of this place, Ilariah…Never ventured to share and grow my knowledge…But you will my dear….You will…” her grandmother’s words danced around in her brain, words she had heard so long ago, sitting upon the ancient woman’s knee…though she had never believed them before this. Her footsteps hastened, and her slender hands raised and angrily pulled her silken violet hair back into a bun at the nape of her neck…”Some wise woman she was” she mumbled angrily, her voice shaky from three hours of sobbing at the bedside of what now contained naught but a corpse…..
{Wha….Got a little caught up…Hope it’s not too long!!!!!*does her nerveous dance, waiting quietly*}
