Post by hermitcrab1112 on Jun 6, 2006 14:37:51 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Hermit
2. What you tend to roleplay: Everything besides Anime and Harry Potter
3. Do you have any limits (romance, violence, swearing)?: Romance; PG-13*Violence; No limit*Swearing; PG
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: 5 months
5. Genre of Intro: Family
6. Intro:
As dawn conquered all shadows surrounding the house, the rays of sun, penetrated a small bedroom window, on the second story. The room was tidy and neat, the occupant having awoken before dawn to clean-and do homework, of course. The bed was made, the light-blue quilt covering the matching two pillows on the twin bed.
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The room was small, fitting for the window, and the floor was hardwood, although a round, navy-blue rug lay directly in front of the bed. The walls were white with pale blue trim, and there was a desk in the corner. There was a computer on the desk, and five textbooks lay open at various places, surrounding it.
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In front of the desk, stood a chair of lavender color, a strange variation, from the blue and white theme of the rest of the room. The chair was pulled close to the desk, and halfway in it, halfway sprawled across the desk, lay a young girl.
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She had obviously been listening to music, for the Habanera wafted through the room, sung by Maria Callas. Her chestnut waist-length hair lay across her back, although a few strands covered her face. Had her eyes been open, you would have seen bright-blue eyes, Irish Eyes, as someone had said once.
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She was clothed, in a pair of lavender-checked pants, and a tight white t-shirt dotted intermittently with dark-blue dots. Across the front of the shirt, in bold letters, it proclaimed this word. “Sleepy?†Her slender hand-a piano player’s hand-held a pen, which had been inscribing her name on the top, of a book report.
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Dana Lee Ganat, read the flowing script. The book report had not been written, however. It had been printed from the computer, and Microsoft Word program could still be seen, open on the screen. It happened to be about Oliver Twist, a favorite book of hers. And, of course, the book was by Charles Dickens, an author, which, the fourteen year old girl adored.
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2. What you tend to roleplay: Everything besides Anime and Harry Potter
3. Do you have any limits (romance, violence, swearing)?: Romance; PG-13*Violence; No limit*Swearing; PG
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: 5 months
5. Genre of Intro: Family
6. Intro:
As dawn conquered all shadows surrounding the house, the rays of sun, penetrated a small bedroom window, on the second story. The room was tidy and neat, the occupant having awoken before dawn to clean-and do homework, of course. The bed was made, the light-blue quilt covering the matching two pillows on the twin bed.
-c-
The room was small, fitting for the window, and the floor was hardwood, although a round, navy-blue rug lay directly in front of the bed. The walls were white with pale blue trim, and there was a desk in the corner. There was a computer on the desk, and five textbooks lay open at various places, surrounding it.
-c-
In front of the desk, stood a chair of lavender color, a strange variation, from the blue and white theme of the rest of the room. The chair was pulled close to the desk, and halfway in it, halfway sprawled across the desk, lay a young girl.
-c-
She had obviously been listening to music, for the Habanera wafted through the room, sung by Maria Callas. Her chestnut waist-length hair lay across her back, although a few strands covered her face. Had her eyes been open, you would have seen bright-blue eyes, Irish Eyes, as someone had said once.
-c-
She was clothed, in a pair of lavender-checked pants, and a tight white t-shirt dotted intermittently with dark-blue dots. Across the front of the shirt, in bold letters, it proclaimed this word. “Sleepy?†Her slender hand-a piano player’s hand-held a pen, which had been inscribing her name on the top, of a book report.
-c-
Dana Lee Ganat, read the flowing script. The book report had not been written, however. It had been printed from the computer, and Microsoft Word program could still be seen, open on the screen. It happened to be about Oliver Twist, a favorite book of hers. And, of course, the book was by Charles Dickens, an author, which, the fourteen year old girl adored.
-d-
