Post by Aphorism on Dec 31, 2009 16:47:28 GMT -5
Furre Name: Redeemer
IRL Age: 17
RP experience(# years): Little over four years on Furcadia. Been going on forum Rps for a total of six.
Roleplay sample: Ravenstar slipped quietly from his den and looked about the quiet clearing, for the mass of members whom just joined there lazy asses sure didn't know how to make their presence unknown. Since Twitch made his return he kept the tweaking cat as his deputy, though he didn't know much about him. Still though it'd keep anyone else from nagging him about it anymore. Clover made her plea as being the new Med cat and a previously warrior training apprentice now became hers. Things were turning out quite swell. Paws carried the herculean tom outside the camp where he paused for a moment and scented the air. His ears flickered before again he traveled out toward the Streamclan border, only Flameclan markings carved through the grasses. Still no sight of them. And it wasn't like Breeze was going to stroll about and take the land. With the gathering peaking close by that just make a wonderful announcement now the tom thought about it. An empire of cats, some as willing as him to show their true natures much like Ginger with her lovely attitude. Though some seemed to keep to those soft and spongy ways. Which would change with his leadership. Stories of a great who lead this clan long before he had reached his ear but paid no mind. Simple stories of a great clan meant nothing if it wasn't great now. Bluntly it wasn't. Snort emitted through his nasals as they flared checking for any signs of prey which seemed to cast about everywhere. Limber frame tucked behind a nearby bush while gaze flashed behind the bushes, launching himself out he locked on the prey before knowing what it was, he simply knew it was there and he was hungry. Paws came down along it's head and smashed it so the ground with a awkward crack. Tongue quickly traveled over the blood stained fur. Purr rumbled through his throat before he ripped chunks off and swallowed them quick. In no time the small creature had been devoured and now sat in his quelled stomach. "Hmmph" Clawing his way up a dying tree he sat upon a low standing branch and cackled to himself. "Soon Flameclan will grow in numbers like rabbits multiplying in season, horned little creatures they are." Smug grin slipped over his rubbery lips and remained there while his gaze wandered about the lush forest. Such a place. [Taken from a currently alt roleplay]
How often are you online?: Usually everyday for 4-12 hours on weekends depending on certain issues such as school, normal weekday hours are 4-8 hours.
I've noticed something though that commonly kills the people who have a lower standing sense of Roleplay, what makes a good one is detail which usually lacks.
IRL Age: 17
RP experience(# years): Little over four years on Furcadia. Been going on forum Rps for a total of six.
Roleplay sample: Ravenstar slipped quietly from his den and looked about the quiet clearing, for the mass of members whom just joined there lazy asses sure didn't know how to make their presence unknown. Since Twitch made his return he kept the tweaking cat as his deputy, though he didn't know much about him. Still though it'd keep anyone else from nagging him about it anymore. Clover made her plea as being the new Med cat and a previously warrior training apprentice now became hers. Things were turning out quite swell. Paws carried the herculean tom outside the camp where he paused for a moment and scented the air. His ears flickered before again he traveled out toward the Streamclan border, only Flameclan markings carved through the grasses. Still no sight of them. And it wasn't like Breeze was going to stroll about and take the land. With the gathering peaking close by that just make a wonderful announcement now the tom thought about it. An empire of cats, some as willing as him to show their true natures much like Ginger with her lovely attitude. Though some seemed to keep to those soft and spongy ways. Which would change with his leadership. Stories of a great who lead this clan long before he had reached his ear but paid no mind. Simple stories of a great clan meant nothing if it wasn't great now. Bluntly it wasn't. Snort emitted through his nasals as they flared checking for any signs of prey which seemed to cast about everywhere. Limber frame tucked behind a nearby bush while gaze flashed behind the bushes, launching himself out he locked on the prey before knowing what it was, he simply knew it was there and he was hungry. Paws came down along it's head and smashed it so the ground with a awkward crack. Tongue quickly traveled over the blood stained fur. Purr rumbled through his throat before he ripped chunks off and swallowed them quick. In no time the small creature had been devoured and now sat in his quelled stomach. "Hmmph" Clawing his way up a dying tree he sat upon a low standing branch and cackled to himself. "Soon Flameclan will grow in numbers like rabbits multiplying in season, horned little creatures they are." Smug grin slipped over his rubbery lips and remained there while his gaze wandered about the lush forest. Such a place. [Taken from a currently alt roleplay]
How often are you online?: Usually everyday for 4-12 hours on weekends depending on certain issues such as school, normal weekday hours are 4-8 hours.
I've noticed something though that commonly kills the people who have a lower standing sense of Roleplay, what makes a good one is detail which usually lacks.