Fuchsia Iris Ükhel
Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2020 12:23 am
For the record I'm aware that my character's profile is pretty huge and it might take time for people to look it over so this will remain here until ya'll have a chance to read it :>
1. Are you 18 or older? We want to know if anyone is under 18 years of age. Being under 18 will not bar you from participating in our community. Rather, this will allow us to gauge who is acting inappropriately toward minors.
Yes, I am over 18.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Lots. I've been doing RP for almost 20 years.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
She'd come to the rooftop to enjoy a cigarette she'd bummed from a kindly crocodile Faunus who lived a few doors down from her, she'd managed to fake a smile long enough to ask for one but had cut the encounter as short as possible. She hadn't really finished processing everything. It wasn't like she wasn't trying though.
Leaning on the railing and looking out over the campus had an effect on her that was all together different than the rest of the day, though, and while she stood there lighting her smoke, she reminded herself of some wise words her better half had once told her. You had to show a little respect to get a little respect, and there was nothing respectful about how she'd acted today. She'd been so caught up in her shitty feelings inside and she'd just wanted to channel them into some healthy form of expression but it had gone wrong and things had gone sour and she'd acted like a stupid child, but it wasn't so simple as to just forgive herself. The sunset earlier today had been lovely. She'd seen it through her dorm window. The winter night had settled in now, though. She'd have loved it here.
"Wish you could see it, Mo," she found herself whispering while she peered out at the distant lights of Vale and the far-away reflection of moonlight on water, and with a dejected sigh she took the first drag of her cigarette, leaning against the railing with a strange mix of nostalgia and sadness inside, though in her emotionally drained state, neither were particularly intense.
1. Are you 18 or older? We want to know if anyone is under 18 years of age. Being under 18 will not bar you from participating in our community. Rather, this will allow us to gauge who is acting inappropriately toward minors.
Yes, I am over 18.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Lots. I've been doing RP for almost 20 years.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
She'd come to the rooftop to enjoy a cigarette she'd bummed from a kindly crocodile Faunus who lived a few doors down from her, she'd managed to fake a smile long enough to ask for one but had cut the encounter as short as possible. She hadn't really finished processing everything. It wasn't like she wasn't trying though.
Leaning on the railing and looking out over the campus had an effect on her that was all together different than the rest of the day, though, and while she stood there lighting her smoke, she reminded herself of some wise words her better half had once told her. You had to show a little respect to get a little respect, and there was nothing respectful about how she'd acted today. She'd been so caught up in her shitty feelings inside and she'd just wanted to channel them into some healthy form of expression but it had gone wrong and things had gone sour and she'd acted like a stupid child, but it wasn't so simple as to just forgive herself. The sunset earlier today had been lovely. She'd seen it through her dorm window. The winter night had settled in now, though. She'd have loved it here.
"Wish you could see it, Mo," she found herself whispering while she peered out at the distant lights of Vale and the far-away reflection of moonlight on water, and with a dejected sigh she took the first drag of her cigarette, leaning against the railing with a strange mix of nostalgia and sadness inside, though in her emotionally drained state, neither were particularly intense.