So what is the definition of advanced skill level, in your own words?
The contest is simple: read my intro, and then respond with one of your own. I will give you feedback and eventually judge who I think did the best job. Advanced skill level only need apply.
If you are interested, I may be willing to continue the roleplay with the winner and possibly the runners-up. This could either become a 1x1, a group roleplay, or it may stay only a contest, depending on what you guys want!
To sum up the plot in my intro: a group of college friends crash their yacht into a "deserted" island. The island is surrounded by ferocious man-eating mermaids who will keep them on this island. In a lake on the middle of the island dwells a water-nymph who will help the humans survive.
YOU: Can play the part of the water nymph (who can be male or female) anyone on the yacht, or even a new character! Feel free to ask me any OOC questions here, as well, folks. I'm looking for participation!
Don't you want to win this and earn ultimate bragging rights? Get 'er done!
(It goes without saying that you should take your time and proof-read your work, right? Okay my literate wanna-be's, get writing!)
Without further ado, my intro post:
SpoilerMeg was not often the kind of girl who found herself the center of things. Not the center of attention, not the center of trouble, not even, so often, the center of her own thoughts. She was fairly average in that she was studious, athletic, and healthy. She was the only child of two doting parents, privaledged yet not spoiled. Her father was a lawyer and her mother was a nurse, yet she was neither. She was a sailor; a free spirit who longed to see the world and experience an adventure, even despite the life she had always been satisfied with. She was a good friend yet not overly social, intelligent yet not a showoff, a middle-of the road, steady, calm person who could lead her peers easily, yet who often stayed in the background, unless she was needed.
It was her best friend, Piper, who was the center of attention. Beautiful and gregarious, Piper was brash and loud. She was a partier and always had a string of boys after her. She found it difficult to commit to one course of action, and and tended to attract disaster, which she invariable blew out of proportion. She liked drama and attention, and thrived when she was the life of the party. Perhaps Meg had been drawn to her due to her unfulfilled need for adventure, and Piper had been able to stick with her boring friend because, unlike people who were similar to Piper, she and Meg never fought. They had been roommates the first year of college, where Meg was studying Oceanography. After that first year, they decided it was best not to live together, but other than that, they had been inseperable. They had been best friends for three years now, although Piper did not seem to be any closer to graduating - unless she was majoring in boys. With thick, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smattering of cinnamon freckles, Piper tended to coast through life.
Sterling was dark, brooding, and mysterious. He was that cliche which never gets old, and even though Meg never knew where she stood with him, she was always happy to have him around. He and Piper had a fling awhile back, and even though they were over, and Piper would never do anything because she knew that Meg had a crush on him, they all pretty much knew that he only hung around because of Piper.
Penny was a tomboy with orange-red hair cut short, and elfin features that nevertheless got her mistaken for a guy all the time. She was easy-going and had been Meg's roommate for two years. She was dating Dave, a hearty but plain-looking all-American type of guy who was dependable but a bit dumb. They were a somewhat strange crew to be spending their spring break together on a yachting trip, but they were a closely knit group of friends who wanted to be together and on their own.
Piper had paid for the small rented yacht with her rich parent's money, but she had the least sailing knowledge of all of them. Meg had the most nautical knowledge, and Sterling was the next best. Although he had come along to spend more time with Piper, it still felt intimate when Meg and Sterling piloted the boat together, especially when they were doing so alone. This was a common occurence, as Penny and Dave were often off making out in some corner (as they had only come with the other three to avoid going home to their controlling parents') and Piper usually just sat laid out and worked on her tan.
They had been on the water for a five days, and were making great time. Meg had the chance to have a few late night heart-to-heart conversations with Sterling, in which he talked about his feelings for Piper, and she listened supportively. Penny had told Meg she shouldn't be such a pushover, and Piper had blindly insisted that Sterling just 'didn't know what he wanted,' and 'needed to get over her and go out with Meg.' Piper was loyal and passionate, if nothing else.
The fateful event that would change all of their lives forever happened late on the night of the fifth day, not too long before the hours of dawn. They had all been asleep when a storm came up, and despite their training, they were unprepared and ill-equipped. Not all of them had even managed to get their life jackets fully on before their boat had been ripped apart on the shoals of an island that had not been on their maps. Meg and Sterling had tried to navigate the storm while Piper screamed and Penny and Dave tried to bail water out of the boat that came over their vessel in huge, crashing waves. In one such wave, Dave was washed overboard. Though they could barely see with the rain and waves in their eyes, and barely focus while they clung on to dear life, Meg thought she could see enormous fish in the water, with long hair and teeth and...Dave fell among them, and the water turned red, and Meg saw human faces, contorted in bloodlust, and Dave's shrieks were cut off and the nightmarish vision was lost in another enormous wave.
The ship broke on the rocks while Piper was still trying to fasten her lifevest, and Penny was screaming for Dave and trying in vain to get to him. Sterling shouted something and Meg went under the choking water, and a piece of the yacht slammed into her and she grabbed for it, her fingers scrabbling along the slick sides for some hold. She found something, rope perhaps, and thrust her arms through it, and a wave turned her and it under and over and suddenly she realized she was above water again, and she coughed up saltwater and hung onto the flotsam. She heard a roar that she did not know if it was water or wind, but suddenly the piece of boat she was on was flying through the air, faster than she could ever remember moving, and boughs of trees smacked against her, and she was tumbling through them and the piece of ship was gone, but she could no longer see anything and all she could feel was herself summersaulting through the air, and things hitting her. She had long since been certain that she was going to die, and then she hit her head, and she blacked out.
Some references for some of the characters I created:
Clarification: Do not reply to this as Meg, my main character. Reply to it as you would any other roleplay intro post. I.E. One potential idea is that Meg could fall into the lake and your character, the water nymph, could rescue her. I won't "dock" points for using this idea rather than coming up with one of your own - THIS WILL BE JUDGED ENTIRELY ON WRITING SKILL.
May the muses be ever in your favor. ;D
So what is the definition of advanced skill level, in your own words?
That is a good, but difficult question, Deinazz! Writing that is technically correct, several paragraphs long, and artisticly inspiring and creative. The artistic part is of course hard to measure, which is the whole point of the contest. I hope to see you enter!
Do all the mermaids have to be bad and all the nymphs good?
I'm just irritated when things are like
This is defiantly the bad side, and this is defiantly the good side. Nope no way around, never any variance. Nope, nope, nope. This is how it always is and always has to be. ALWAYS.
Just logically speaking that's impossible, and in terms of writing. A bit dull.
lol nope you can have it however you want. It would be a creative twist to add a good mermaid or a bad nymph or what have you. My idea was that the mermaids were carnivorous, and eat humans when they can get them - but does that really make them bad? Not from their perspective. They can't really help but their bodies need to digest, and their culture taught them to eat. ^^
Feel free to be creative. Thanks for the question! I hope you enter. :*
There is always a way to get out of something, besides they would still agknowledge its unethical. While think about it, the first humans that were carnivores did it ritualistically. Not because they had too.
I will probably join, as long as I don't get to busy. I've got a few RPs going on, school, and a huge personal project.
MaKenzie alway dealt with what she could only describe as a chronically melancholy life, though it was probably from her own self destructive manner that she felt this way. Through all life she mentally dimmed everything that ever happened, though.. Not around people, all they saw was the hyper girl she wanted them to see. For MaKenzie well, she really cared more for others then herself and she felt like showing how she really felt would be burdening. Still MaKenzie isn't all dark, she always did and still does have a great sense of adventure. This adventure lust is probably why she dimmed everything anyway. Nothing was good enough for her, not that she was spoiled she felt material items to be a bit mind numbing sometimes. Just day to day life, repeating over and over in a cycle.
MaKenzie grew up in a fairly normal household, although instead of a mother/father household it was a aunt/uncle household, no siblings nor cousins. MaKenzie never met her parents, not within memory, but she never cared about that. Never even really asked what happened to them. It seemed to her dwelling on things unchanging would be a huge waste of time, and she adored her aunt and uncle as they did her. While her sense of adventure, mixed with her creativity, and a healthy supportive household created the idea of her traveling around and properly writing a book. Due to good schooling, and after-school activities MaKenzie learned to pour her adventurous feeling into writing. Although it wasn't at a point were she felt true adventure.
At the end of high-school MaKenzie, her aunt, and uncle, felt that real world experience would be best to start with. Since free lance writing didn't require college and she could always come back to that later. The family was in good wealth, not rich but above the norm, and the money left behind from the mother and father could be used too. Specifically for a trip around the world. The slowest and most rural they could get, while still being safe. They took a long while to plan it, to be safe yet still hold adventure. So there was general places to go, and she could branch from there. By age 21 MaKenzie set out on this truly magical adventure.
All went well for the first while, MaKenzie wrote two works. One of a fiction aspect of traveling the world, with mythical aspects. Most rooted to history of the area. Another of her personal adventure, like a realistic travel guide.
It wasn't until her short life boat experiment that things went wrong. MaKenzie had set out to sail only in a life boat, and all the natural things that came with one. She wasn't allowed to bring anything else but the cloths on her back. Although she wasn't stupid, she set up a boat to follow her but they couldn't do anything to help her unless it was an emergency. This was only going to last for two week, which was short in compared to supplies. The weeks ended quickly, and MaKenzie felt that it was the most amazing experience that she had gotten. By the end MaKenze got to the boat and they prepared to head back to land.
That night the boat hit what seemed to be uncharted rocks in the water and began sinking. MaKenzie wasn't entirely sure what was happening during the sinking, there wasn't many people on the boat just the small crew and they started disappearing one by one in the dark waters. MaKenzie was able to make it to the shore by her life boat, with no supplies but the journals she had been writing in and a good knife. The boat itself worked well as a makeshift shelter, though when ridding to shore picked a few bruises making it unable float.
MaKenzie stayed on the strange island for a few days, not exploring much, keeping to the shore. She was fearful for what might happen next, and she couldn't handel her anxiety. On the island she felt like she was being watched, but kept reasoning it to her anxiety. On the shore alone there held little food and clean water. She knew she would have to go looking around soon.
There was another crash, only a few short days after MaKenzies. She watched without being able to do much, until she spotted someone crash into the rocks. They were on land, but for not much longer with the tide. MaKenzie went as fast as she could to help, climbing out the the rocks and retrieving the girl not much younger then herself. It looked like she hit her head pretty hard... MaKenzie could barely drag the girl to the shore, mostly because of the rough terrain on the rocks and the rain. The girl quickly brought to the makeshift shelter, layed down, and inspected. MaKenzie was no doctor, but from her babysitting classes learned a few things about helping injuries. Her lack of supplies became the biggest problem, the best she could do was stop the bleeding and make sure the girl stayed warm and dry. The girl was already wet, so MaKenzie gave the girl her jacket and started toughing out the night. Hopeful the girl woke up soon.
Last edited by KenzieRoo; 03-07-2013 at 07:47 AM.