Post by codelyokorox on Jun 6, 2006 17:58:16 GMT -5
((I hope I did the thread thing right...))
1. What you would like to be call: Ann, please.
2. What you tend to roleplay: Marauders Era, Disney, POTC, and others I can't remember.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: N too intimate romance scenes, and swearing is okay.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Years. Since I first discovered how to roleplay ove the internet. Before that I'd do it in person.
5. A sample of my roleplaying. Genre Marauders Era.
Rays of sunlight came through the window inside the Gryffindor common room. The fire lit in the fireplace had long been out, and most had retired to their beds before the rays of morning wafted in. Except for one person, a girl. he girl was resting in a scarlet armchair, with both hands tucked onto a book on her lap. Her golden eyes were closed in her sleep, and she breathed lightly. A kind house elf had put a blank over her, and so only her head and the hem of her long mulberry skirts could be seen. Her head was resting to one side, motuh partly open. The brown waves that were her hair fell around her face.
The rays of sunlight finally found her face, and she woke slowly. She looked around the common room, not fully aware of where she was. Slowly she remembered trying to stay awake in the wee hours of the morning, and finally falling asleep arond four AM. Of course, she hadn't realized that it was tim for class until a couple people raced past her in their haste. 'Oh no...CLASS!' she thought, leaping from the armchair and grabbing the bag beside her. She'd have to go without fixing her hair, but better have messy hair than be late...especially in this next class. This class was triply important to her. It had Remus in it.
She walked into class. Late. She rolled her eyes subtly as the teacher scolded her for being late to class, and how irresponsible she was for not being there on time. She sat down in her seat, and started to comb the tangles in her hair out with her fingers. She only realized after being stared at for quite some time, that she was wearing the same clothes as the day before. She looked down, her mulberry skirts were fine, but the top wasn't. It was wrinkled and it looked like it had been worn the day before. She could always tell them that she had washed the brown tanktop.
Then she realized another thing. She wasn't wearing her robes. She banged her head on her desk, three times. She was so in trouble for this one.. She couldn't believe that she was in this kind of mess. Usually she was like the A student, polite, listening, clean ad fresh, in her robes, and ready for anything. But that book had been so good...she couldn't resist! And now she was being stared at by some members of B.L.A.C.K. (Be Loving And Caring, Kay?) club. B.L.A.C.K. was a group name the fangirls of that stupid, arrogant, selfish, handsome, interesting, trouble-making man, Sirius Black. And Corneilia couldn't stand him or his fangirls. She sighed. This was going to be the longest day she'd had in a while.
1. What you would like to be call: Ann, please.
2. What you tend to roleplay: Marauders Era, Disney, POTC, and others I can't remember.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: N too intimate romance scenes, and swearing is okay.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Years. Since I first discovered how to roleplay ove the internet. Before that I'd do it in person.
5. A sample of my roleplaying. Genre Marauders Era.
Rays of sunlight came through the window inside the Gryffindor common room. The fire lit in the fireplace had long been out, and most had retired to their beds before the rays of morning wafted in. Except for one person, a girl. he girl was resting in a scarlet armchair, with both hands tucked onto a book on her lap. Her golden eyes were closed in her sleep, and she breathed lightly. A kind house elf had put a blank over her, and so only her head and the hem of her long mulberry skirts could be seen. Her head was resting to one side, motuh partly open. The brown waves that were her hair fell around her face.
The rays of sunlight finally found her face, and she woke slowly. She looked around the common room, not fully aware of where she was. Slowly she remembered trying to stay awake in the wee hours of the morning, and finally falling asleep arond four AM. Of course, she hadn't realized that it was tim for class until a couple people raced past her in their haste. 'Oh no...CLASS!' she thought, leaping from the armchair and grabbing the bag beside her. She'd have to go without fixing her hair, but better have messy hair than be late...especially in this next class. This class was triply important to her. It had Remus in it.
She walked into class. Late. She rolled her eyes subtly as the teacher scolded her for being late to class, and how irresponsible she was for not being there on time. She sat down in her seat, and started to comb the tangles in her hair out with her fingers. She only realized after being stared at for quite some time, that she was wearing the same clothes as the day before. She looked down, her mulberry skirts were fine, but the top wasn't. It was wrinkled and it looked like it had been worn the day before. She could always tell them that she had washed the brown tanktop.
Then she realized another thing. She wasn't wearing her robes. She banged her head on her desk, three times. She was so in trouble for this one.. She couldn't believe that she was in this kind of mess. Usually she was like the A student, polite, listening, clean ad fresh, in her robes, and ready for anything. But that book had been so good...she couldn't resist! And now she was being stared at by some members of B.L.A.C.K. (Be Loving And Caring, Kay?) club. B.L.A.C.K. was a group name the fangirls of that stupid, arrogant, selfish, handsome, interesting, trouble-making man, Sirius Black. And Corneilia couldn't stand him or his fangirls. She sighed. This was going to be the longest day she'd had in a while.
