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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 3:50 pm
I thought it would be nice to have a thread where people could post their latest role playing introductions or descriptions or related writings, and receive feedback. Critique and comments help every art, and there should be a little place where those tools are geared specifically towards role playing.
So, if you'd like, feel free to post any of your role playing-related writing here. It has to be related to role playing, though. If you want to post your other writing, like poems and stories and songs and clever ditties, you can post them in the Gallery subforum.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 6:18 pm
name:Kiara appearance:  the one with the sneakers and belt skills (for those mystical things):shapeshifting,and elemental spells age:14 pesonality:usually calm and layed back,and likes sparing,pretty shy
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 9:09 pm
That's nice--are you wanting comments or suggestions for your character description?
Have you ever tried describing your character without a list, like, with prose? Like, instead of a picture, saying something like "Her brown hair fell in wisps around her shoulders, and framing her green eyes." Or something. Cx'
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 2:52 pm
i like using pics and i'm into simple stuff
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 6:52 pm
Well, the way that I was introduced to RPing, was that everybody's profiles would be kept in the same thread, or the same post, listing the basics. This is an example:
Quote: Name: Clara Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Hunter Weapon: She prefers to shoot from afar, using a sniper rifle, but when the circumstances need it, she can use a pistol as well. Appearance: She has short blonde hair, and she herself is rather short, standing at a dazzling 5'2". She has rather non-descript blue eyes as well. Bio: She started out as a scientist, having a great interest in the general scientific facts, but soon she became tired of being cooped up in a lab while other people were dying. Then, to her great disgust, she became a Hunter, hoping to become a General. She has no remaining family members that she knows of, seeing as they all succumbed to the zombie epidemic. She was never very close to her family at all. She's a very logical, cool-headed woman, preferring not to rely on emotions and theories, but hard cold facts and primal instinct. Whenever she speaks, it's with great precision and with great thought behind her words.
After you've made a profile, then you jump straight into the RP, figuring out how to get your character in with the other characters of the RP. This is my first post in an RP using Clara:
Quote: Clara hovered in the main hall of Quarantine, waiting for someone to meet her there. She had been summoned, but for what, she hadn't a clue. Hope flickered in her breast that she would be advanced to General, but she knew that that wasn't likely at all, no matter how good she was with a gun. Still, the woman was patient, and soon enough a man carrying papers came up to her. "Are you the hunter named Clara?" The man asked her. "Yes sir. Twenty five years old, sir." "Right then. Clara, you're being transferred to another group, as are the others in your batallion. The General you were being led by was killed in action, and you are being placed underneath General..." The man paused to consult his notes. "General Rolf's care. I trust that's all right with you?" "Yessir." The man walked away, and Clara shook her head with a sigh. True, she wasn't particularly fond of the last General, but she didn't wish harm to him. She looked down at the papers she held in her hand and scanned them, looking for the place she was to meet this General Rolf man. It said that he was meeting with a new recruit. Clara remembered her own training--Of course, it was the training of a scientist. Luckily, being a scientist who specialized in weaponry, she had already known how to use a gun, and her training to become a Hunter was brief. The room was filled with skinny little new recruits, all of them looking a bit nervous. There was one man that stood out, solid as a rock and with the air that he didn't just know the place, that heowned it, and you'd better not question that or you wouldn't be very welcome here. That, coupled with the armor he was wearing spelled out clearly that he was a General. Clara smoothed out her own plain and tattered clothes, and walked towards him, her head high in the air. "Excuse me, sir, but are you General Rolf?" When she got a small nod and a glance in return, she continued on, "My name is Clara, and I'm a Hunter who recently got transferred to your batallion."
Not very good, I know, but that's just how I do it. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 8:49 pm
Lists seem so unusual to me, but they must work for you guys. : D What kind of role plays do you guys usually do? And you are good, Bittersweet!
I don't like to put my characters' bios in lists--I want that to be a mystery, I guess. If you want, I can show you an example of one of my intros with my version of an introduction?
I learned to role play on Neopets, so when I started Gaia, the list thing seemed really foreign to me.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 9:45 pm
Oh, usually people keep much of the bio as a surprise, or at least sometimes. In my experience, anyways. Usually I put down a rough biography, leaving the rest to be unfolded later on, if I get the chance. But I'm very glad that you consider me to be good! :3
Usually, I do fantasy RP's, but I'll join any if they sound good. Sometimes I do post-apocalyptic, but I'd like to branch out more. I'd like to see some of your stuff Mere; your writing while you're just talking is already very good.
I started RPing on a little forum where we all started by doing our writing kind of like...
*walks over* Yes I know. *sits down and smiles* Haha.
xd I was bad.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:01 am
Lol, yeah, usually I do a Medieval-Fantasy role play if I have the time, but my setting of choice has so little fantasy and is more T'ang Dynasty China-Edo Period Japan-17th Century Italy than European Medieval, that I don't know what to call it. xD There's always a place in my heart for Harry Potter-related role plays, though. Oh, and I used to do a post-apocalyptic-type-thing back when I had the time...
Thanks! Meh, I don't know how good I am, but I'll find an example of one of my intros or descriptions or something. : D
Yeah, I was bad, too, when I started. I'm sure my characters were worse than my posts, though.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:12 am
Quote: 1st Day of the 11th Month of the Lunar Calendar
Genroku Period
The North Sea
Barum, Haratoke ProvinceBENEATH A LEADEN sky slurred with clouds, the harbor’s water to iron. The wind sharpened, piercing sails full and stirring this northern corner into a treacherous trap seamen would refuse to sail in three weeks’ time. Churned wild, white-capped waves beat constantly against the ship’s hull. Beyond, the sea ended, and dark land rose gently from its edge. The beach there showed a horizon bristling with masts and sails. Now the screaming sea gulls that had met them when they’d first neared the continent began to compete with new noise. A pervasive, acrid stink rose from the docks and the attached town to greet the freshest vessel when it slid inside the harbor quays and a forest of foreign ships. At their sides, patrol barges circled the anchored ships and herded fishing boats toward shore. The tide was seeping in, and the filth and sewage that had been draining downriver now washed up and down the mottled quayside walls. Boats around the new arrivals rocked and bobbed in the greasy water, their loosened wires and pulleys clattering like chorus percussion. Elevated, sailors in neighbor rigging could now peer into the bedroom windows across the street and shout bawdy comments at the housemaids inside plain-faced warehouses and thatch-roofed homes. Their brothers in baggy trousers and straw sandals worked quickly to unload the other ships before the unhappy sky darkened and night fell. Most were dark-eyed, and wore black hair cropped close to their skulls. Others suffered fairer complexions. These men sported beak-like noses, thick beards, and pale hair bristling on their sun-raw chests and arms—the foreigners in their own homelands who bowed reluctantly as they skirted an official-looking group on the cobbled quay. One of four watched the natives with poorly-veiled suspicion. Their pale eyes, like colored glass glinting from below ruddy brows, alarmed his senses. Childhood demon fables and standard training converged. His hands sat linked behind his tensed back, but he felt the weight of the triple swords at his side with renewed awareness. He believed the pair of retainers who had accompanied him mirrored his edge. Whatever his hopes, he might have been wrong. He was a nervous man, who had learned caution in a hard school. Without an adopted sense of dignity to perch on his broad, sloping shoulders, he’d have spent his idle time fidgeting like a child. Now he stood still, the heels of his polished utilitarian boots planted firmly on the slick stone. The retainer had arranged his face into some semblance of authority. He held his heavy mouth as rigidly as the muscles of his wide-boned frame, but the reddened tip of his nose betrayed the cold he’d been nursing for the past six days. His hair drawn back from his shaved crown and looped into a plain topknot, he wore a purely functional suit of leather and steel armor to match his comrades. Apparently related, the two shared the same long, bony features and softened jaw lines. A set of three swords hung from each man’s hip, safe in nine identical scabbards, but by no means ceremonial. Only the fourth member of their neatly-groomed party deviated from the fashion. The largest retainer cast his gaze in her direction and frowned. An unobtrusive woman, she looked as if she had once been very pretty, but since she was also relatively young, the retainer could not tell when—or how—she’d fallen into the ranks of the merely pleasant. She had a smooth, round face that might have suggested warm abundance if not for her thin, spare lips, stretched much too taut to mimic the tiny rosebud mouths on popular beauties. Spine straight as any soldier’s, she dressed like a well-paid maid. The left flap of her checked yellow robe closed across the right. Knotted securely beneath her breasts, a wide cotton belt bound her clothing and stream-lined her silhouette. Her scalp ached and her sore neck protested their hairstyle of the average townswoman. Even now, she could feel her forehead sprouting too many creases for her age. The woman’s unshaped eyebrows furrowed while she and the men beside her pretended to ignore the potent stench of an unkempt harbor stocked with barbarians. Without the civilizing influence of greater culture, the colonized foreigners felt no need to bathe as compulsively and as daily as their purity-obsessed conquerors did. Their reek betrayed their habits and their diets. Even the immaculate party’s stoic woman suppressed a shudder when she imagined the red meat the barbarians so enjoyed. Only the oily tide’s bitter tang masked the foul smell of beach and town. Men crowded the docks where the four waited, selling, hawking goods, sampling cargo, mending ropes, and caulking the desk of the year’s last outbound ships with steaming barrels of stinking tar. Near the vessel, sail makers spread a ragged canvas on the slick boards for a ship’s owner to inspect. Porters stacked great fat cases and casks like miniature model towers to mock the city Barum was not. Few Imperial mariners used this harbor when warmer waters promised safer voyages and better markets. The growing navy ignored a port that froze too early and thawed too late. Strict regulations tethered the indigenous sailors to the shallows, where the unseaworthy boats they’d been forced to adopt hugged the dangerous beaches. Without civilian colonists to strengthen its population, Barum remained more port than town. Every other street was a shabby bridge. Dingy two-stories and warehouses with sagging thatched roofs lined the docks. There, they huddled on stretches of bare, slimy earth. A sinister dwarf city of workmen’s houses hid behind the trussed ships and blackened foreground, and even the town center itself clung to the shore as if it might slide right off into the angry sea.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:05 am
Whoa, you're really good Mere. You belittled yourself over PM's, and although I expected better than what you said yourself to be, you exceeded my expecatations. whee Man, first I see your lovely art, and now I see that you're awesome at writing too. It makes me wonder what other talents you have hidden over there. razz
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:05 pm
Your literacy makes me afraid to post.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 3:18 pm
Go ahead, Takalian, post! smile I thought I was literate too until I saw Miss Mere's post. o__o;;
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 8:23 pm
Lol, guys. I'm not that literate. xD
Meh, I don't think of it as that much or great or whatever, but thank you! And Bittersweet is way right--you should definitely post, Takalian! You are one of the members for whom I started this subforum!
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 12:36 pm
Ive never role played online before so I'm not sure what to do .i would appreciate some help on how to start
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 10:42 pm
Well, the way I do it is first to figure out the character. After you've fixed up your character, get into the character's mind and circumstances. What would your character be doing, and how can you manipulate that activity to coincide with the other characters of the story?
A good way to start the post would be with action or description or dialogue. You could use the dialogue as a boarding point to direct your character in a certain direction, action as in the character doing that specific thing and description to describe the character him/herself. I don't know if this is helpful, but that's just how I do it. sweatdrop
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