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Y'all can call me Bard.
I've been RPing for about 15 years now.
I'm also an aspiring novelist and an avid writer of short stories.
I believe hardship and bad karma (regardless of how much good one does) are necessary for character development, aptly explained by a well selling writer:
"Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of." —Kurt Vonnegut
I've been RPing for about 15 years now.
I'm also an aspiring novelist and an avid writer of short stories.
I believe hardship and bad karma (regardless of how much good one does) are necessary for character development, aptly explained by a well selling writer:
"Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of." —Kurt Vonnegut
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Hey, I was wondering - is this round based or open posting for now?
I'm up with however much or little you want to give us. (I'm good at keeping secrets. Just saying.)
How many more people are you hoping to be interested? Because I'm in.
*edited follow up*
Also, how many characters were you thinking you'd allow per author?
*edited follow up*
Also, how many characters were you thinking you'd allow per author?
Hey Pathfinder, I had a clarification question for you: is Virgil actually walking up and smelling people? (I'm still trying to figure out something to post for Jennifer anyways, but that question was bugging me.)
I'm having writer's block for Jennifer. But I at least posted for Alex.
Read that one, and that one... Alex thought to himself as he pushed one book after another aside with his finger. That one was too weird to read. Skimmed that one - not interesting... Books in these places were always so - random. It was the best word for it anyways. There were some interesting ones, but for the most part - there were magazines that were at least a month behind or books no one else wanted so they were donated to charities and asylums got whatever the prisons didn't take. At least that was what it seemed like to him.
He let out a hard sigh and finally looked up from his browsing. Gaze passing over those in the room, he spotted his sister curled up in the corner and smiled at her. It quickly fell away when he realized her focus was on her feet. Another sigh escaped him. His gaze passed on, looking for something to do. Maybe someone to talk to. "It's too damn quiet in here," he mumbled mostly to himself. At least, for him it was quiet. No more voices constantly yammering in his ear, a room full of people barely talking to one another was close to maddening.
That was when he spotted the moody girl looking around. The one that thought she could kill someone just from a scratch. She wasn't doing anything at the moment, so he figured what harm could come from talking to her? Maybe she'd be more of a conversation than Jennifer since he already knew his sister didn't exactly like talking. Without even giving it a second thought, he walked over to the black haired girl. "What were you drawing?" He asked without really trying to see it; it seemed nicer to do it that way, asking instead of just looking.
He let out a hard sigh and finally looked up from his browsing. Gaze passing over those in the room, he spotted his sister curled up in the corner and smiled at her. It quickly fell away when he realized her focus was on her feet. Another sigh escaped him. His gaze passed on, looking for something to do. Maybe someone to talk to. "It's too damn quiet in here," he mumbled mostly to himself. At least, for him it was quiet. No more voices constantly yammering in his ear, a room full of people barely talking to one another was close to maddening.
That was when he spotted the moody girl looking around. The one that thought she could kill someone just from a scratch. She wasn't doing anything at the moment, so he figured what harm could come from talking to her? Maybe she'd be more of a conversation than Jennifer since he already knew his sister didn't exactly like talking. Without even giving it a second thought, he walked over to the black haired girl. "What were you drawing?" He asked without really trying to see it; it seemed nicer to do it that way, asking instead of just looking.
Jusr wanted to let you guys know I will be posting sometime today. Just got a bit busy is all. (And sorry for misspellings. Psoting from my mobile without autocorrect.)
Wayne took his sweet time meandering through the streets, stopping every so often to stare through a store front. One of the ones caught his attention long enough for him to stand there for a few minutes. Nifty, a music shop, he thought to himself as he stared at the instruments. Sure, he had asked for a guitar he kind of knew how to play - he could sure pretend well enough he knew how to play anyways.
<You realize you will be late to the mandatory meeting. Mandatory - meaning you have to be there.>
{Yes, but it doesn't say we have to be there on time.}
"Exactly my thoughts. Besides, what's the point of being in this place if I can't explore," he commented while finally deciding to move on. If this place had a music shop, then it had to have a sweets shop. A meeting can wait if candy was somewhere to be had. With candy on his mind, his meandering turned to a pointed stride in his search for a sweets shop. According to the map there was one somewhere near here, and it was on the way to the meeting hall. The stars were in alignment for him. Destiny!
<You realize you will be late to the mandatory meeting. Mandatory - meaning you have to be there.>
{Yes, but it doesn't say we have to be there on time.}
"Exactly my thoughts. Besides, what's the point of being in this place if I can't explore," he commented while finally deciding to move on. If this place had a music shop, then it had to have a sweets shop. A meeting can wait if candy was somewhere to be had. With candy on his mind, his meandering turned to a pointed stride in his search for a sweets shop. According to the map there was one somewhere near here, and it was on the way to the meeting hall. The stars were in alignment for him. Destiny!
Name: Keaira (pronounced Key-ra) Reese
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Description:
She is five foot seven, but she prefers wearing heels that give her a few more inches (at least she did before the experiment.) Her hair is a nice silky black that is a tamable super curly body to it and looks great no matter how she styles it. Her eyes are an exotic golden brown that really stands out next to the natural golden tan of her skin. She is slender with obvious muscle tone and a moderate bust, her upper body almost perfectly sculpted for wearing tube tops and other shirts that only look good on slender bodies with perky breasts. She liked showing off her long legs with miniskirts and/or short shorts; her dress style typically lending itself to accentuating her taut figure of attractive curves. Aside from her body, she has a perfectly symmetrical and proportioned face, though she looks younger than she is when she doesn't wear makeup; to rectify this, she always wears a 'less-is-more' make up jobs that make her round eyes look more almond shaped and giving them that sexy smokey look while her average sized lips look more full.
Bio: Physical abuse turned sexual at a young age and abusive boyfriends that only wanted her for her body, Keaira spent most of her life with little to no control of what was happening to her. When she finally did make a grab for control of her life at eighteen, the only thing she knew she was good for was what everyone had always wanted from her; so she became a stripper. This she found pleasure in, and found she was good at - dancing was always a secret pleasure for her and from the stage she could look down on the guys that were readily objectifying her anyways. Sure, she had friends, but she had trouble making significant friendships after all she had been through; some wondered where she went when she didn’t show up for work one night, but the assumed reasons sounded good to those that were curious after hearing about her past. She disappeared a few months after she started working, after all, so why push the issue further with so many problems?
Animal and changes: Cheetah: *Even though she’s always been thin, her body has developed into a much sleeker physique, reducing some of her more defined curves and even her bust down to a more modest size *pretty much going from a 42C down to a 36B*
*Her ears, although hidden by her hair when down, have become slightly elongated and tufts of fur line the back and inside of the crest of her ear.
*A small tail has sprouted from her tailbone, and is taking some getting used to.
*Now faster when she runs, she still prefers her alluring hip swaying strut to the new found speed.
*She now has difficulty keeping her mind on just one topic; millions of things need to process and there’s only so much time for it. It is great as a multitasking ability, but horrible for when she wants to try to think out just one thing - especially since she now jumps all over the place in a conversation which can give someone metaphysical whiplash from the sear volume she covers in short amounts of time.
*She recently began finding pleasure in being higher up than others - and now more than ever she enjoys to climb up high and watch from a safe perch above.
*Although she has always kept extremely well manicured fingernails, they have seemed to grow more firm and sharper than normal finger nails should.
Other: *nothing I can think of*
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Description:
She is five foot seven, but she prefers wearing heels that give her a few more inches (at least she did before the experiment.) Her hair is a nice silky black that is a tamable super curly body to it and looks great no matter how she styles it. Her eyes are an exotic golden brown that really stands out next to the natural golden tan of her skin. She is slender with obvious muscle tone and a moderate bust, her upper body almost perfectly sculpted for wearing tube tops and other shirts that only look good on slender bodies with perky breasts. She liked showing off her long legs with miniskirts and/or short shorts; her dress style typically lending itself to accentuating her taut figure of attractive curves. Aside from her body, she has a perfectly symmetrical and proportioned face, though she looks younger than she is when she doesn't wear makeup; to rectify this, she always wears a 'less-is-more' make up jobs that make her round eyes look more almond shaped and giving them that sexy smokey look while her average sized lips look more full.
Bio: Physical abuse turned sexual at a young age and abusive boyfriends that only wanted her for her body, Keaira spent most of her life with little to no control of what was happening to her. When she finally did make a grab for control of her life at eighteen, the only thing she knew she was good for was what everyone had always wanted from her; so she became a stripper. This she found pleasure in, and found she was good at - dancing was always a secret pleasure for her and from the stage she could look down on the guys that were readily objectifying her anyways. Sure, she had friends, but she had trouble making significant friendships after all she had been through; some wondered where she went when she didn’t show up for work one night, but the assumed reasons sounded good to those that were curious after hearing about her past. She disappeared a few months after she started working, after all, so why push the issue further with so many problems?
Animal and changes: Cheetah: *Even though she’s always been thin, her body has developed into a much sleeker physique, reducing some of her more defined curves and even her bust down to a more modest size *pretty much going from a 42C down to a 36B*
*Her ears, although hidden by her hair when down, have become slightly elongated and tufts of fur line the back and inside of the crest of her ear.
*A small tail has sprouted from her tailbone, and is taking some getting used to.
*Now faster when she runs, she still prefers her alluring hip swaying strut to the new found speed.
*She now has difficulty keeping her mind on just one topic; millions of things need to process and there’s only so much time for it. It is great as a multitasking ability, but horrible for when she wants to try to think out just one thing - especially since she now jumps all over the place in a conversation which can give someone metaphysical whiplash from the sear volume she covers in short amounts of time.
*She recently began finding pleasure in being higher up than others - and now more than ever she enjoys to climb up high and watch from a safe perch above.
*Although she has always kept extremely well manicured fingernails, they have seemed to grow more firm and sharper than normal finger nails should.
Other: *nothing I can think of*
Alright. I wanted to double check before I started doing anything. I've seen some that you've suddenly lost side of head ears in favor of top of head ones. Wouldn't want to make confusion. Thanks! Working on my character now.
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