Post by Wicked on Jul 26, 2006 13:41:56 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Wicked
2. What you tend to roleplay: A shit load of stuff. Anime, books, movies. I'm always canon characters. I do RP some obscure stuff, which I doubt anyone here will recognize ^-~
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: None whatsoever. And if I do, I suppose I'll learn that here, won't I? I'll let anyone I'm RPing with know if we've gone too far.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Jesus. Years and years, I guess. Never thought to keep track of the time.
5. A sample of your roleplaying:
(Alrighty, this is from a Rent RP that died three posts later. -shifty eyes- It's old, but I really don't have much saved to pick from.)
Maureen Johnson was undeniably beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair that was as soft as silk, and it framed her strong, stunning face perfectly. Her eyes were deep and expressive, but dangerous at the same time. She walked with the swagger of someone perfectly at home in their body, in clothes that capitalized on all her subtle curves. When she spoke she did so with passion, and was never afraid to have a good laugh.
Her personality, however, left some things to be desired, considering she was most often laughing at someone else’s expense. While she was personable and very easy to talk to once you got her attention, it was pretty difficult to actually keep it. One of her inherent instincts was to stray. It was a pretty big flaw, one that cost the people that became involved with her dearly more often than she seemed to realize.
For the first time, however, she was perfectly aware of how bad it felt to be dumped.
Relationships weren’t a consistent thing in her life. She dabbled all over the place, from simple flings to full blown affairs. When things got too serious she got the irresistible compulsion to run away. It had never really hit her this hard. With Mark, the second closest thing she ever had to a lasting, serious relationship, she hadn’t even flinched when she jumped ship to Joanne. Maybe because poor Mark hadn’t seen it coming, and it felt right for her to leave him in the dust. He just wasn’t working out for her, so why should she stay?
But with Joanne she had been happy. Truly happy. Yes, she still flirted with anyone that showed an interest in her, but to her it was all harmless and in good fun. She didn’t really feel compelled to cheat, the longer she was with Joanne. The beginning of their relationship didn’t count. Maureen hadn’t realized yet just how much Joanne would mean to her, so those indiscretions were put out of her mind.
Joanne didn’t think the same way. Any slight sign of disinterest, any little show off playful interest in another person and Joanne got jumpy. Maureen just wasn’t good at reading people. She hadn’t realized Joanne was at her wits end, and when the break up did come Maureen was just too proud to go down quietly. She fought back, defending herself to the last, not really paying attention to anything she said. And what had she come away with because of her pride? Nothing. Because she couldn’t admit she had been wrong, and that Joanne deserved better than the treatment she was getting, all Maureen had now was… loneliness. It was an absurd, stupid, confusing, totally horrible feeling. She wasn’t used to it. She didn’t even know what to call it, at first. She was just mad and sorrowful, not wanting to go to strip clubs or bars. She found herself longing for Joanne to call. But she never did.
Maureen sighed, running a hand through her uselessly beautiful hair. She stared up at the rutty old apartment complex bitterly. She needed to talk to someone who understood these emotions better than she did. Unfortunately, the only person she knew like that was Mark… and it was her fault he knew her misery. It wasn’t a conversation she was particularly looking forward to.
She moved silently down the street, her arms wrapped around her lithe body for warmth, her breath forming almost opaque clouds in front of her face. She passed by the alley on her way to the front door and, at the edge of her peripheral vision, she noticed a familiar form sitting on the curb nearby.
“Mimi, what are you doing out here?” Maureen cooed softly, feeling instinctively that Mimi was in as bad a situation, if not worse, as herself, “Honey, it’s freezing out here.” She sank into a stoop in front of her dancer friend, a soft, warm smile in her eyes as she looked the young woman over.
It seemed that no one in this Boho family was allowed to be happy.
2. What you tend to roleplay: A shit load of stuff. Anime, books, movies. I'm always canon characters. I do RP some obscure stuff, which I doubt anyone here will recognize ^-~
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: None whatsoever. And if I do, I suppose I'll learn that here, won't I? I'll let anyone I'm RPing with know if we've gone too far.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Jesus. Years and years, I guess. Never thought to keep track of the time.
5. A sample of your roleplaying:
(Alrighty, this is from a Rent RP that died three posts later. -shifty eyes- It's old, but I really don't have much saved to pick from.)
Maureen Johnson was undeniably beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair that was as soft as silk, and it framed her strong, stunning face perfectly. Her eyes were deep and expressive, but dangerous at the same time. She walked with the swagger of someone perfectly at home in their body, in clothes that capitalized on all her subtle curves. When she spoke she did so with passion, and was never afraid to have a good laugh.
Her personality, however, left some things to be desired, considering she was most often laughing at someone else’s expense. While she was personable and very easy to talk to once you got her attention, it was pretty difficult to actually keep it. One of her inherent instincts was to stray. It was a pretty big flaw, one that cost the people that became involved with her dearly more often than she seemed to realize.
For the first time, however, she was perfectly aware of how bad it felt to be dumped.
Relationships weren’t a consistent thing in her life. She dabbled all over the place, from simple flings to full blown affairs. When things got too serious she got the irresistible compulsion to run away. It had never really hit her this hard. With Mark, the second closest thing she ever had to a lasting, serious relationship, she hadn’t even flinched when she jumped ship to Joanne. Maybe because poor Mark hadn’t seen it coming, and it felt right for her to leave him in the dust. He just wasn’t working out for her, so why should she stay?
But with Joanne she had been happy. Truly happy. Yes, she still flirted with anyone that showed an interest in her, but to her it was all harmless and in good fun. She didn’t really feel compelled to cheat, the longer she was with Joanne. The beginning of their relationship didn’t count. Maureen hadn’t realized yet just how much Joanne would mean to her, so those indiscretions were put out of her mind.
Joanne didn’t think the same way. Any slight sign of disinterest, any little show off playful interest in another person and Joanne got jumpy. Maureen just wasn’t good at reading people. She hadn’t realized Joanne was at her wits end, and when the break up did come Maureen was just too proud to go down quietly. She fought back, defending herself to the last, not really paying attention to anything she said. And what had she come away with because of her pride? Nothing. Because she couldn’t admit she had been wrong, and that Joanne deserved better than the treatment she was getting, all Maureen had now was… loneliness. It was an absurd, stupid, confusing, totally horrible feeling. She wasn’t used to it. She didn’t even know what to call it, at first. She was just mad and sorrowful, not wanting to go to strip clubs or bars. She found herself longing for Joanne to call. But she never did.
Maureen sighed, running a hand through her uselessly beautiful hair. She stared up at the rutty old apartment complex bitterly. She needed to talk to someone who understood these emotions better than she did. Unfortunately, the only person she knew like that was Mark… and it was her fault he knew her misery. It wasn’t a conversation she was particularly looking forward to.
She moved silently down the street, her arms wrapped around her lithe body for warmth, her breath forming almost opaque clouds in front of her face. She passed by the alley on her way to the front door and, at the edge of her peripheral vision, she noticed a familiar form sitting on the curb nearby.
“Mimi, what are you doing out here?” Maureen cooed softly, feeling instinctively that Mimi was in as bad a situation, if not worse, as herself, “Honey, it’s freezing out here.” She sank into a stoop in front of her dancer friend, a soft, warm smile in her eyes as she looked the young woman over.
It seemed that no one in this Boho family was allowed to be happy.
