Myron Hyles
Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2020 11:36 pm
Hello, thanks in advance for your opinions,
18 or older ?
Yes, I am above 18.
Prior experience ?
I have played tabletop roleplay games on and off for five years, but I never took part in play-by-post RP. Also, English isn't my mother language, so if my writing feels weird at some point, feel free to tell me.
RP Sample ?
Block, parry, hit. Parry, feint, kick. Block, parry...
Myron stopped after repeating the pattern for the twentieth time, leaning his arm on his training partner. Muscle memory training was dull, but it was necessary, and he had nothing better to do. He pushed himself off the willow tree and took a look at the thick bark, cracked and uneven after years of abuse.
His father was on a mission tonight, and all of his friends at Pharos were preparing for exams. Nobody to play video games with, no sparring partner, and no motivation. He should've been preparing too, of course ; his grades weren't good enough to get away with failing an exam. And honestly, he'd tried, but after reading the same line ten times in a row, he figured that late-night cramming would yield nothing.
Here he was in his house's backyard instead, fighting with a tree. Or fighting on a tree, really, since it wasn't going to dodge or fight back anytime soon. He could try to bother his friends until they reluctantly logged in to play a game or two. He'd considered it, and he knew it would work too, but he wasn't so inconsiderate as to ruin their exams.
"If I can memorize five ways to beat dad by heart, why can't I just remember how to calculate muzzle power ?", he lamented while settling back into his fighting stance.
Block, parry, hit. He tried again to remember the damned muzzle power formula. Parry, feint, kick. No such luck.
"Well, there goes my GPA...", he sighed. Early-morning cramming was a terrifying prospect.
18 or older ?
Yes, I am above 18.
Prior experience ?
I have played tabletop roleplay games on and off for five years, but I never took part in play-by-post RP. Also, English isn't my mother language, so if my writing feels weird at some point, feel free to tell me.
RP Sample ?
Block, parry, hit. Parry, feint, kick. Block, parry...
Myron stopped after repeating the pattern for the twentieth time, leaning his arm on his training partner. Muscle memory training was dull, but it was necessary, and he had nothing better to do. He pushed himself off the willow tree and took a look at the thick bark, cracked and uneven after years of abuse.
His father was on a mission tonight, and all of his friends at Pharos were preparing for exams. Nobody to play video games with, no sparring partner, and no motivation. He should've been preparing too, of course ; his grades weren't good enough to get away with failing an exam. And honestly, he'd tried, but after reading the same line ten times in a row, he figured that late-night cramming would yield nothing.
Here he was in his house's backyard instead, fighting with a tree. Or fighting on a tree, really, since it wasn't going to dodge or fight back anytime soon. He could try to bother his friends until they reluctantly logged in to play a game or two. He'd considered it, and he knew it would work too, but he wasn't so inconsiderate as to ruin their exams.
"If I can memorize five ways to beat dad by heart, why can't I just remember how to calculate muzzle power ?", he lamented while settling back into his fighting stance.
Block, parry, hit. He tried again to remember the damned muzzle power formula. Parry, feint, kick. No such luck.
"Well, there goes my GPA...", he sighed. Early-morning cramming was a terrifying prospect.