Post by Chavvah on Feb 16, 2007 19:39:09 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Chavvah is fine.
2. What you tend to roleplay: fantasy
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I don't like to read/use cuss words.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?:about a year
5. Codeword: freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is. Medieval (Fantasy)
A young woman ran through the streets shouting. Tears ran down her face as she looked for her child.
"My baby! Where is he?" she shrieked.
In her town and the ones surrounding her, children were known stay lost. There were many knights of the king which had come into these towns, taking what they wanted and doing what they wanted. Many of the peasants were starving because the taxes were so high and the knights so greedy. For Chavvah things were especially bad. The woman had become a widow at the young age of 21. The next few months they had hardly gotten by. Before her husband died, she had many babies, most not surviving past the first few months out of the womb. Now she had a few daughters and one son. That little boy was her hope in surviving, and he had gotten lost.
Many peasants around her ignored her cries. They too had experienced loss, some more then her. Panting for breath she finally stopped running. Chavvah knew well that she could not leave her children at home alone any longer. Soldiers were known to come through and steal everything, including children, if the parents were not at home. Chavvah turned around sadly to run home. Her feet were swift, but as she was running past a knight he tripped her. She fell on the mud ground, dirt adding to her already sad appearance.
"Where are you going so fast?" he asked sneering.
"I am going home." she said humbly not wanting to betray too much.
"Well go home more quickly. You know its not safe to be around here at night." he said threatening her subtly.
"I will." she said before running off even faster than before. As she neared her house, she felt like giving up. If she had no son, all hope was lost. No one would help her. Then she heard a loud sobbing noise and stopped to see where it came from.
"Mommy!" a little boy yelled. Her was near a house wandering around on the street.
"Billy!" Chavvah yelled to the little boy. He turned and saw her and started running towards her, almost tripping every other step.
"My baby, never leave me again!" Chavvah said, taking the child in her arms. She carried him back to their small house. Her hope had returned to her, for a moment.
2. What you tend to roleplay: fantasy
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I don't like to read/use cuss words.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?:about a year
5. Codeword: freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is. Medieval (Fantasy)
A young woman ran through the streets shouting. Tears ran down her face as she looked for her child.
"My baby! Where is he?" she shrieked.
In her town and the ones surrounding her, children were known stay lost. There were many knights of the king which had come into these towns, taking what they wanted and doing what they wanted. Many of the peasants were starving because the taxes were so high and the knights so greedy. For Chavvah things were especially bad. The woman had become a widow at the young age of 21. The next few months they had hardly gotten by. Before her husband died, she had many babies, most not surviving past the first few months out of the womb. Now she had a few daughters and one son. That little boy was her hope in surviving, and he had gotten lost.
Many peasants around her ignored her cries. They too had experienced loss, some more then her. Panting for breath she finally stopped running. Chavvah knew well that she could not leave her children at home alone any longer. Soldiers were known to come through and steal everything, including children, if the parents were not at home. Chavvah turned around sadly to run home. Her feet were swift, but as she was running past a knight he tripped her. She fell on the mud ground, dirt adding to her already sad appearance.
"Where are you going so fast?" he asked sneering.
"I am going home." she said humbly not wanting to betray too much.
"Well go home more quickly. You know its not safe to be around here at night." he said threatening her subtly.
"I will." she said before running off even faster than before. As she neared her house, she felt like giving up. If she had no son, all hope was lost. No one would help her. Then she heard a loud sobbing noise and stopped to see where it came from.
"Mommy!" a little boy yelled. Her was near a house wandering around on the street.
"Billy!" Chavvah yelled to the little boy. He turned and saw her and started running towards her, almost tripping every other step.
"My baby, never leave me again!" Chavvah said, taking the child in her arms. She carried him back to their small house. Her hope had returned to her, for a moment.
