Post by Vevila on Aug 10, 2009 1:40:03 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Vevila, I'M
Sixteen YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST Eight YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I have been recently looking for a literate roleplaying community that I can take part in and I want to improve on my roleplaying abilities. I also have been looking forward to an alternate universe setting to roleplay in and found this to be the perfect opportunity to do so. . HAVE I READ THE RULES? READ THE RULES
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 500-800+ MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
With a confident grin lacing his features, America was positive that Nato would come out in the top. While his younger brother was timid and more shy than him, his heroism would pull them through. There was no doubt about that, because there was no nation that was better than the U.S.! His amazingness, as America liked to refer it as, could have easily gotten him the school's territory. Fortunately enough, the North American nation was 'kind' enough to allow Canada and Iceland to also have a chance to claim this prize.
That was what this whole competition was about. To fight for the school's territory and the title that comes with becoming victorious. He was certain that they would not lose to the other gangs, especially to the Axis.
Adorning his beloved jacket over his high school outfit, America shoved one of his hands in the coat pocket and pushed Texas up on the bridge of his nose. So what if he named his lenses? His possessions deserved names as well, though he was certain that that Nantucket, the strands of hair that always stuck up wildly, would not be considered as a possession. While many would call his appearance as unruly, America would prefer the terms as unique and efficient. Why would he waste part of his day just to appear nice? It wasn't as if other people's opinions mattered!
Despite his confidence, the blond had some respect for his gang mates. Canada, his brother, was often forgotten by the people around them. Heck, even he had forgotten about him at times and normally if one did notice the Canadian, they would mistake him to be America. Deep inside though, America knew that he would not pull through without the presence of his brother. Iceland though, now he was a mystery to him. He did not know much of him, but yet he still allowed him into Nato either way. He was calm on the outside, though he had his moments. America had a hidden respect for him, though his ego wouldn't allow him to admit it.
Looking out at the school, the grin that was spread across America's face tugged down slightly, into more of a true smile. Nato was going to pull through and he was going to make sure of that. He was willing to jump any hurdle, no matter how difficult, because giving up was inexcusable! He was the hero after all!
That was what this whole competition was about. To fight for the school's territory and the title that comes with becoming victorious. He was certain that they would not lose to the other gangs, especially to the Axis.
Adorning his beloved jacket over his high school outfit, America shoved one of his hands in the coat pocket and pushed Texas up on the bridge of his nose. So what if he named his lenses? His possessions deserved names as well, though he was certain that that Nantucket, the strands of hair that always stuck up wildly, would not be considered as a possession. While many would call his appearance as unruly, America would prefer the terms as unique and efficient. Why would he waste part of his day just to appear nice? It wasn't as if other people's opinions mattered!
Despite his confidence, the blond had some respect for his gang mates. Canada, his brother, was often forgotten by the people around them. Heck, even he had forgotten about him at times and normally if one did notice the Canadian, they would mistake him to be America. Deep inside though, America knew that he would not pull through without the presence of his brother. Iceland though, now he was a mystery to him. He did not know much of him, but yet he still allowed him into Nato either way. He was calm on the outside, though he had his moments. America had a hidden respect for him, though his ego wouldn't allow him to admit it.
Looking out at the school, the grin that was spread across America's face tugged down slightly, into more of a true smile. Nato was going to pull through and he was going to make sure of that. He was willing to jump any hurdle, no matter how difficult, because giving up was inexcusable! He was the hero after all!
