Post by Skittle on Jan 28, 2007 10:19:23 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called:
You can call me Skittle, or any other petname you feel like using.
2. What you tend to roleplay:
Oh, I roleplay a bit of everything. Fantasy is my all time favorite though. Sometimes I'll roleplay books or movies, mostly Harry Potter.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?:
None what-so-ever.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?:
Erm, around two years now.
5. Codeword:
Freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is.
Ooc:
This intro is for Medieval Roleplay.
Bic:
"Thief! Stop thief!"
This peasant man was incredible stupid if he thought shouting 'stop' over and over again was going to make William stop. He had never understood why people shouted like that when he was found out. Yelling wasn't going to make him stop, it would make more sense if they gave chase and tried to catch him. Well, that's what William would do if someone tried to steal from him.
But as it was, William was the thief who was darting between small shacks that were suppose to be houses and the crowded streets of the city square. It was only a matter of time before the shouts of the man were lost among the noise of the crowd.
When William was quiet sure he was in the safety zone, he ducked into a small alley way between two houses to catch his breath. The brown haired boy leaned his rather small body against the wall, then slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the dirt. He hardly cared about getting his clothes dirty. Actually, he wasn't sure they could get any dirtier. Their original color had been dark green, but now they were a murky shade of brown.
The small boy closed his green eyes a moment, taking a deep breath. A mischievous smirk placed itself on his tanned, freckled face as he pulled the thing he had stolen out of one of his dirty pockets. His dirty stained hands held up a beautiful piece of woven cloth. A greedy look flashed through his eyes as the young boy carefully wrapped the cloth and put it into his pocket.
That wonderful little piece of cloth was going to feed him for a few days, at least. He picked himself up off the ground and brushed off his backside. William stood there a moment longer, watching the crowds of people pass by the alleyway.
At the age of sixteen, William was no considered an adult by the society. This was the age he should be getting married at, the age he should be starting his own job, the age he should be begining to think about starting a future for himself and a family. But what was young William doing instead? Working as a common thief. Getting by day by day by stealing things others had boughten with their own money. Ah well, it wasn't the best job this world had to offer, but it was pretty much the only choice William had. Being orphaned at age six didn't really give you a good start off in the current society.
