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Dear Anonymous. . . [Relaunch]

@carla6677
Since she's sixteen, your character is most likely be in 10th grade unless she skipped or was held back.

Should have my CS done after school!

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

I'm cool with the time skip, though there's still the thing with Lewis and Eli.

Dear Anonymous. . . [Relaunch; Interest Check]

I'm interested in seeing where this goes.

I'm a total n00b.

Welcome to the Guild! ;D Hope you have a grand ol' time here. Don't be afraid of asking questions. We don't bite (much). If you ever wanna RP or chat, feel free to PM me.

Fire Emblem: United Souls

Room for one more? :D I just got Fates and I've been itching for a FE RP.

Is There Such a Thing as a "Good" RP?

Are there "good" RPs?

Well...yes and no.

"Good", as multiple people have already stated, is subjective. It's an opinion, and like every opinion, the definition of "good" fluctuates with each individual. One person might think seafood is "good", while another thinks pizza is the best thing in the world. Is one of them wrong? Yes, because pizza is life. No, of course not. Opinions are supposed to vary and contrast with eachother. It's how we make decisions and improve. If everyone agreed that their favorite color is yellow, then we'd be living in a piss colored world.

Now, that's not to say that there's no common agreement on what makes something "bad" or "good". I mean, how many people out there would actually agree that the cringe-worthy classic 'My Immortal' is a literary masterpiece? Not many! And the few that do need a good shovel to the head. We define works as those--and let it be noted I'm using that term lightly--as "bad" because they don't meet certain standards that we describe as "good". These factors aren't all the same. Some people expect masterpieces while others just like whatever seems okay. Horever, there are, in regards to RP, several factors that are mutually agrred throughout most of the community on what defines something as good or bad.

• A Fun Idea
  
  An RP can't be considered worth your time if it doesn't have a story you enjoy. It has to pull you in, make you interested, and give you somehting to work with. What would be the point of jumping into a story with a setting that bores you? Ideas differ, though, and so do some people's opinions on certain stories and cliches.
  Opinions on ideas can differ, and that's alright. But if there's an RP with ideas that seem interesting and smart, then chances are it's gonna be a "good" RP.
• A Fair GM
  
  Rolepayers need someone to guide them. Someone to push the plot when it's slowing down, or keep players from bickering in the OC or IC, or uphold rules when players are getting frisky. That person is the GM.
  A "good" RP cannot function without a "good" GM. What makes a "good" GM? Like an RP, the factors usually change. But the main points arenthat it usually includes someone who, while firm in upholding the rules and keeping the players in check, is flexible, especially with ideas.
• Active Players
  
  What's the point of RPing if you've got no one to do it with? RPers are the life blood of an RP. They provide the characters, give ideas, and can even drastically change the plot. Their decisions affect the story as much as the GM's. So if you've got a cast of people just awkwardly standing around too scared to talk to each other, then it won't be as fun. Most RP's that last and/or are enjoyable involve communication with the players and GM. The exchange of ideas will not only spark inspiration, but bring the group closer to gether and make the whole experience just plain fun.

Are these the only factors? No! Hell, you don't even have to agree with them to describe an RP as good. What makes it good is if you enjoy it, and if you think it's good. Theres no strict rubric or time limit to jjudge it. It's like when you read a book or watch a movie or eat a meal. If you think it's good, then its good.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Lewis Yung

The art of seduction was, as all forms of art were, a skilled trade practiced by many but only mastered by few. Every smile, every twitch, every breath was a careful brushstroke in a masterpiece of lust and wiles. Only a born Picasso or Micheal Angelo could get away with such sultry looks.

Unfortunately, Lewis was the equivalent of a blind two-year-old with broken arms and no thumbs. But hey, at least there was always improvisation.

Lewis--or 'Camilla', as he decided to name this new disguise--sashayed towards the man. His hips, generously curved, swayed with each step in a sort of rythm. The neckline 'accidentally' dip lower, allowing the man and other onlookers to catch a view of some nicely sized cleavage. A little too much? Perhaps. But judging by the way the man stared at Lewis' body, they didn't mind.

Lewis slid into stool beside his target, his lips pulled in hopes of what would look like a mysterious smile. "Well, aren't you a gentleman," Lewis purred. His voice came out sweet and rich, rich but still light. A ghost of an accent, but from where was unknown. A perfect fit for a singer or, in this case, an easy con.

"Camilla." The name easily slipped out of Lewis' tongue, despite just being thought up. A talent formed from years of practice. He flashed Mr. Gentleman a flirtatious smile. "Camilla Renois." His eyes flitted up and down Mr. Gentleman's body, and for a moment he resisted an urge to whistle. Not bad. Not bad at all. "It's very much a pleasure to meet you." That was the first truth he told since walking into the bar.

To The Edge of the World...

I'm back from the dead! And by dead I mean exams week and holidays. x_x Hope I haven't missed too much.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Finally posted! Sorry that took so long. Stomach bugs and holdays got me tripping.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Lewis Yung

The tantalizing smell of street food danced through the air, rich aromas of fresh pastries intermingling with the oily fragrance of fried anything. Music and mayhem collided in the streets until each voice and song evolved into an amalgamated chorus. The sun glared down at the crowd of celebrators, but that did little to somber the mood. If anything, it gave the people a good excuse to drink beer and revel deeper in the chaos of blissful partying. The spirit of celebration was thick in the air as Lewis strolled through the busy streets. You could almost smell the scent of joy and excitement in the wind. Well, that or alcohol.

Lewis breathed in deeply as he took in the sights and sounds, a light smile decorating his face. On normal circumstances, he would have avoided the Inner-city like the plague. He had no business to attend to there. The people weren't as gullible, his presence would be less than welcomed, and thqt wasn't even mentioning how monitored the place was. Still, the festival was not an event to be missed. It was host to the good memories he had of New Revière, however little there were.

It wasn't until the sun beat down like the devil in heels that Lewis began to slow. His skin glistened with sweat from heat and his stomach growled like an otherworldly beast. Perhaps he should have eaten more than just a pack of crackers he found in the fridge. Like two packs of crackers. Better than being hot and hungry like he was now. Lewis ducked into an alleyway, sighing as the shadows brought relief from the shade. His eyes scanned the crowd, automatically going into 'sneaky mode'. Perhaps he could nab a wallet off a guy, or snatch a goodie or two from a stand, or maybe...

Lewis smiled mischievously as he spotted a well-dressed man heading for the bar area of town. Maybe he'd have to charm his way into a meal already paid. And, he decided as an afterthought, a 'borrowed' wallet for dessert. Lewis flanced around, wary of anyone warching him, but the crowd's attention seemed to be fixed on the ongoing parade. Perfect. He ducked deeper into the alley, but not far enough to lose sight of the man. A tingling sensation raced all over his body, one not so much as painful as just extremely odd. His hair grow longer, his legs grew longer, and his chest became more...noticeable, and in a few moments a woman fit to be a model was standing where Lewis once was. He grinned in satisfaction at his new form. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to work. The joy was cut short as his stomach growled louder in protest. He grimaced at the growing cramp in his gut and searched the crowd for the man once more. Soon, he soothed quietly, giving his stomach a pat. Hopefully this wouldn't take long. Lewis could already feel his energy fading from his current disguise. Spotting the man, Lewis donned his most charming smile before stepping back out and following behind.