Post by lollipop on Aug 3, 2006 10:16:22 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Lollipop.
2. What you tend to roleplay: I roleplay anything but mythical creatures and schools for the gifted. Male and female.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I object to people getting killed in RPs.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: About a month.
5. RP Sample: A pair of hands tied the ends of a friendship bracelet together. The owner of the hands smiled, pleased with her work. Slipping it onto her wrist, she got some more threads out of her pink and purple box that was never far from her reach. Lottie loved to make bracelets. She made them for herself usually, but sometimes gave them to other people. But only sometimes.
Lottie was nine years old, and her cheeky face didn't make her look any older. Before attempting to tie the end of her bracelet, she reached to toss her honey-brown hair to the side, and then realised it wasn't there. It was at the top of her head, gelled back into a bun. She didn't do it herself, of course. She couldn't do her own hair very well.
The bracelet that she had just made matched her clothes - a pink t-shirt and blue shorts. Even her socks matched it. As if it was her only joy in the world, she started the next bracelet.
2. What you tend to roleplay: I roleplay anything but mythical creatures and schools for the gifted. Male and female.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I object to people getting killed in RPs.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: About a month.
5. RP Sample: A pair of hands tied the ends of a friendship bracelet together. The owner of the hands smiled, pleased with her work. Slipping it onto her wrist, she got some more threads out of her pink and purple box that was never far from her reach. Lottie loved to make bracelets. She made them for herself usually, but sometimes gave them to other people. But only sometimes.
Lottie was nine years old, and her cheeky face didn't make her look any older. Before attempting to tie the end of her bracelet, she reached to toss her honey-brown hair to the side, and then realised it wasn't there. It was at the top of her head, gelled back into a bun. She didn't do it herself, of course. She couldn't do her own hair very well.
The bracelet that she had just made matched her clothes - a pink t-shirt and blue shorts. Even her socks matched it. As if it was her only joy in the world, she started the next bracelet.
