Post by allie on Apr 10, 2007 10:49:42 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Please call me either Allie or Rorie...
2. What you tend to roleplay: High school, Harry Potter Future Generation, and any books that I have read... but I'm up for anything new.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: For romance I tend to like it at PG-13, but for violence and swearing, say and do whatever you want... nothing really bothers me.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: I've been roleplaying for four or five years.
5. Codeword: Freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is.((This would be a sample from high school, of my female character Charlie...)):
"Awww, how adorable... Charlie you look like a little angel!" her parents cooed as Charlie mounted the stairs on her first day of high school. Charlie made a face, she looked like a big pink cupcake trimmed with white lace.
"Mom, I'm fifteen, I think I'm going to dress myself." Charlie replied as her father snapped a picture of her. "Dad!" Charlie quickly ran back up the stairs, leaving her mother and father surprised in her dust.
Her brother met her at the top of the stairs, "Please don't leave for college, my sanity... please." Charlie begged, her brother starring at her like she had sprouted another head.
"Alright, hold on." her brother said, and he lead her into her room. He began digging through her closet, throwing things back, making noises of disgust. "Now, this is what you should wear." he said, holding up a pair of jeans and an MCR shirt, that Charlie took with a look of thanks at her brother.
"And do your hair differently, you look like a cupcake." her brother said, before he kissed her forehead, "And now, I need to go." he said, and Charlie waved as he left her room. Charlie sighed heavily, then turned her head to look at the clock. The time was ticking by faster than she had thought, so she quickly changed into the clothes her brother had put out for her, then pulled her brown hair back into a ponytail.
"BYE!" she called to her parents as she bolted out the door, without giving them a chance to comment on her outfit, just in time to see her brother's car pull out of the driveway. There goes my sanity... she thought disdainfully, before turning in the opposite direction and starting toward the bus stop. She reached the bus stop, where she stood in the cold, more nervous then she wanted to be.
The first day of high school would either make you or break you, and Charlie was seeing the ones who had been broken in freshman year. She saw a boy who's mommy obviously dressed him, and was standing next to him with a hand on his shoulder. She saw a few normal people, but then again, who are the normal people anyway?
The bus soon pulled up, a bright yellow beacon against the dreary colors of her street, and the door opened, right in front of Charlie. Charlie stared up at the bus driver, who smiled at her, showing that the driver probably needed a dentist. Charlie shuddered, but slowly climbed onto the bus, now where to sit?
2. What you tend to roleplay: High school, Harry Potter Future Generation, and any books that I have read... but I'm up for anything new.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: For romance I tend to like it at PG-13, but for violence and swearing, say and do whatever you want... nothing really bothers me.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: I've been roleplaying for four or five years.
5. Codeword: Freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is.((This would be a sample from high school, of my female character Charlie...)):
"Awww, how adorable... Charlie you look like a little angel!" her parents cooed as Charlie mounted the stairs on her first day of high school. Charlie made a face, she looked like a big pink cupcake trimmed with white lace.
"Mom, I'm fifteen, I think I'm going to dress myself." Charlie replied as her father snapped a picture of her. "Dad!" Charlie quickly ran back up the stairs, leaving her mother and father surprised in her dust.
Her brother met her at the top of the stairs, "Please don't leave for college, my sanity... please." Charlie begged, her brother starring at her like she had sprouted another head.
"Alright, hold on." her brother said, and he lead her into her room. He began digging through her closet, throwing things back, making noises of disgust. "Now, this is what you should wear." he said, holding up a pair of jeans and an MCR shirt, that Charlie took with a look of thanks at her brother.
"And do your hair differently, you look like a cupcake." her brother said, before he kissed her forehead, "And now, I need to go." he said, and Charlie waved as he left her room. Charlie sighed heavily, then turned her head to look at the clock. The time was ticking by faster than she had thought, so she quickly changed into the clothes her brother had put out for her, then pulled her brown hair back into a ponytail.
"BYE!" she called to her parents as she bolted out the door, without giving them a chance to comment on her outfit, just in time to see her brother's car pull out of the driveway. There goes my sanity... she thought disdainfully, before turning in the opposite direction and starting toward the bus stop. She reached the bus stop, where she stood in the cold, more nervous then she wanted to be.
The first day of high school would either make you or break you, and Charlie was seeing the ones who had been broken in freshman year. She saw a boy who's mommy obviously dressed him, and was standing next to him with a hand on his shoulder. She saw a few normal people, but then again, who are the normal people anyway?
The bus soon pulled up, a bright yellow beacon against the dreary colors of her street, and the door opened, right in front of Charlie. Charlie stared up at the bus driver, who smiled at her, showing that the driver probably needed a dentist. Charlie shuddered, but slowly climbed onto the bus, now where to sit?
