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It's difficult to be silent when the ground is covered in snow and ice. Underneath that old twigs and leaves moan and squeak and snap when disturbed, but I do my best. The low hanging branches tug at my clothes. Ooh, if I find just one tear in these later, just one, I'll show you what for, forest, I silently threaten. The sounds of movement grow closer and I begin to slow down. For some reason I can feel my tail growing tense and begining to unfurl and arch upward behind me. I can't tell you why it does that in times like these. It just does. "Ow..." I hear a man say and despite myself I jump. Now I can see them. Two people ahead of me one towering over the other. I stay low and listen.
I used to RP way back when and have recently gotten back into it. I've been on this site for near a week now and I've joined a couple RP's most of which didn't get out of the planning stage. But, I suppose that's a normal occurrence with so much happening on this site all the time. For the time being I'm searching for someone nice and easy to play with who will help me get my groove back. Someone who will forgive my mistakes and awkwardness. Someone who just wants to chill and have fun. I would rather play in PM's if that's okay with you, but I'm open to threads as well. I just won't play off-site.
Please share your ideas with me. I'm pretty open minded and if you think there is even a slim chance I'll go for it, please suggest it! :D
Please share your ideas with me. I'm pretty open minded and if you think there is even a slim chance I'll go for it, please suggest it! :D
The snow crunches under my feet. Trying to guess where the stable footing is slows down my progress and I begin to wonder if my "short-cut" is going to be that at all. Still, the colors are so pretty today so maybe it's nothing to be worried about. I grasp a tree to carefully lower myself down a particularly steep incline. My feet don't quite reach the base.
"Uhg, just goooooo," Crash pressures me, "You'll be fine. Just jump down!"
He's really beginning to get on my nerves. I glare at him and then look back down. I swallow. With a grimace and a sharp inhale I leap the last foot or so to the ground. My feet land firmly with a loud, "WHUM-CRACK..." That's not the right sound. I hold my breath and listen. Somewhere near by there's movement in the snow and dead foliage. I can hear a quiet groan.
"This looks like a job for us, buddy," I whisper to the invisible monster as I head in the direction of the commotion.
"Uhg, just goooooo," Crash pressures me, "You'll be fine. Just jump down!"
He's really beginning to get on my nerves. I glare at him and then look back down. I swallow. With a grimace and a sharp inhale I leap the last foot or so to the ground. My feet land firmly with a loud, "WHUM-CRACK..." That's not the right sound. I hold my breath and listen. Somewhere near by there's movement in the snow and dead foliage. I can hear a quiet groan.
"This looks like a job for us, buddy," I whisper to the invisible monster as I head in the direction of the commotion.
I've always wanted to play a fallout rp. Interested!
Again, I've beaten the adults to be the first one awake. As quietly as I can I dress myself in near darkness. Most of these clothes I wore yesterday, but they still smell clean so I guess that makes it okay, right? Crash tells me to hurry. He is standing by the door wriggling tentacles and spindly arms and tapping his little cloven feet in nervous excitement. He isn't patient. It's something we'll have to work on. My boots slide on with a muffled "thump!" My hair is a mess but there's no time to take care of it and the noise would wake the mating pair. Moving silently is a skill I like to think I've made great progress in and I prove it as I slip out of my bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. There's a cinnamon roll on the counter left over from yesterday. I snag my prize and begin eating before I'm even out the front door. Slowly now. The front door is heavy. I watch it carefully and make sure it closes softly. The tiniest of clicking sounds. I've done it again. So as not to risk being seen I make my way for the trees, planning to cut through the edge of the wooded area on my way into town. The sun is rising.
Wooo that was sudden. So we can post in IC now? Present first person tense I'm guessing. No rules about rotation or anything?
Name: Espen
Age: 19
Race: Nord
Equipment: He has little money and no fancy titles of nobility so he wears simplistic armor and wields simplistic weaponry. Imperial light armor/helm, iron war axe/shield.
Appearance: (I will whip up some concept art of him soon) Espen is average build for a Nord, with fair skin, light brown hair and blue eyes. His hair is cropped messy and short with a longer braid left behind his ear. Faded blue tattoos in the Nordic fashion adorn his face and partly his neck.
Biography: Raised in the shadow of the Velothi Mountains in eastern Skyrim he led a mostly solitary life with his family on their little farm. The boy had never so much as held a weapon until mid adolescence. When his father passed of cholera his mother saw no choice but to sell the farm and move into the city. Windhelm was harsh in both it's climate and people. Espen struggled to find work for a clan-less, farm-raised, whelp in such a place. In order to supply his fair share of money to his broken family and with Tamriel plunging into a war he joined the Imperial Legion as an Auxiliary. The axe he once used to split logs for the fire would now be used to split elven skulls for the Empire. Three years of battle have hardened his heart, sharpened his senses and brought a new-found precision and confidence to his blade arm. Through the Legion he has seen more of Tamriel than he ever could have hoped and now finds him self in Cyrodiil. Espen can be rough and crude at times but is overall an agreeable person. He enjoys drinking with the other soldiers and sightseeing when not in the throes of blood-shed.
Age: 19
Race: Nord
Equipment: He has little money and no fancy titles of nobility so he wears simplistic armor and wields simplistic weaponry. Imperial light armor/helm, iron war axe/shield.
Appearance: (I will whip up some concept art of him soon) Espen is average build for a Nord, with fair skin, light brown hair and blue eyes. His hair is cropped messy and short with a longer braid left behind his ear. Faded blue tattoos in the Nordic fashion adorn his face and partly his neck.
Biography: Raised in the shadow of the Velothi Mountains in eastern Skyrim he led a mostly solitary life with his family on their little farm. The boy had never so much as held a weapon until mid adolescence. When his father passed of cholera his mother saw no choice but to sell the farm and move into the city. Windhelm was harsh in both it's climate and people. Espen struggled to find work for a clan-less, farm-raised, whelp in such a place. In order to supply his fair share of money to his broken family and with Tamriel plunging into a war he joined the Imperial Legion as an Auxiliary. The axe he once used to split logs for the fire would now be used to split elven skulls for the Empire. Three years of battle have hardened his heart, sharpened his senses and brought a new-found precision and confidence to his blade arm. Through the Legion he has seen more of Tamriel than he ever could have hoped and now finds him self in Cyrodiil. Espen can be rough and crude at times but is overall an agreeable person. He enjoys drinking with the other soldiers and sightseeing when not in the throes of blood-shed.
Mnphfff... I had planned on going to bed early tonight. It's a good thing that SLEEP IS FOR WEAKLINGS. @.@
Name: Josie Douglas
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: (Here, have a doodle of her) Josie is small for her age. She has long, wavy locks of strawberry blonde hair that are usually in an unkempt state. Her eyes are brown and she has a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. More often than not she takes the liberty of dressing herself. She likes dark colors, jackets, long shirts, leggings, pretty jewelry (and lots of it) and never leaves home without a pair of bright red cowboy boots.
What is Changed: A row of chitinous plates runs down her spine, stretching out across the back of her ribs in places, and form into a long agile tail. Josie is good about keeping it safe and curled up so that the viscous looking and highly poisonous stinger at the end doesn't cause any accidents.
Bio: The "daughter" of the head of the Entomology Department of a state university, Josie spent the beginning of her life in middle class comfort. However it was never certain to those around her little family of two whether her "mother" loved her or was simply fascinated with her. During an extremely unfortunate visit to the university laboratory with her "mother," the girl was made to be the subject of one of the departments experiments. She was examined, poked, prodded, yanked and jabbed and when it became too much for the child to bear she lashed out. A student was hospitalized and later died of his injuries. Social workers were called in to evaluate Josie's living conditions. The head of the Entomology Department was charged with negligence and jailed. Her sweet little experiment was handed over to the state and put into foster care. Josie has been handed between several foster families now and over time they all grow nervous and uncomfortable of her strange anatomy and unpredictable behavior. She is an expert at sneaking out of the house and going about her business around the city.
Personality: She is vigilant, intelligent and observant. She enjoys wandering the streets looking for spectacles and hand-outs. Her imagination is very active and she likes to pretend that she is on adventures, crusades and hunts whenever she goes out. Her vocabulary is larger than most children her age as she enjoys reading and having conversations with adults when given the chance. However charming and smart she may be there is something undeniably predatory about her nature that leaves many feeling uneasy.
Crush/Relationship: None, boys are gross.
Friends: Crash, an imaginary monster she often talks to and takes with her on her adventures.
Other: She prefers to be outside in the evening and late into the night to the great dismay of her foster parents. More than once she has been brought home in a police cruiser after a frantic 911 call.
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: (Here, have a doodle of her) Josie is small for her age. She has long, wavy locks of strawberry blonde hair that are usually in an unkempt state. Her eyes are brown and she has a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. More often than not she takes the liberty of dressing herself. She likes dark colors, jackets, long shirts, leggings, pretty jewelry (and lots of it) and never leaves home without a pair of bright red cowboy boots.
What is Changed: A row of chitinous plates runs down her spine, stretching out across the back of her ribs in places, and form into a long agile tail. Josie is good about keeping it safe and curled up so that the viscous looking and highly poisonous stinger at the end doesn't cause any accidents.
Bio: The "daughter" of the head of the Entomology Department of a state university, Josie spent the beginning of her life in middle class comfort. However it was never certain to those around her little family of two whether her "mother" loved her or was simply fascinated with her. During an extremely unfortunate visit to the university laboratory with her "mother," the girl was made to be the subject of one of the departments experiments. She was examined, poked, prodded, yanked and jabbed and when it became too much for the child to bear she lashed out. A student was hospitalized and later died of his injuries. Social workers were called in to evaluate Josie's living conditions. The head of the Entomology Department was charged with negligence and jailed. Her sweet little experiment was handed over to the state and put into foster care. Josie has been handed between several foster families now and over time they all grow nervous and uncomfortable of her strange anatomy and unpredictable behavior. She is an expert at sneaking out of the house and going about her business around the city.
Personality: She is vigilant, intelligent and observant. She enjoys wandering the streets looking for spectacles and hand-outs. Her imagination is very active and she likes to pretend that she is on adventures, crusades and hunts whenever she goes out. Her vocabulary is larger than most children her age as she enjoys reading and having conversations with adults when given the chance. However charming and smart she may be there is something undeniably predatory about her nature that leaves many feeling uneasy.
Crush/Relationship: None, boys are gross.
Friends: Crash, an imaginary monster she often talks to and takes with her on her adventures.
Other: She prefers to be outside in the evening and late into the night to the great dismay of her foster parents. More than once she has been brought home in a police cruiser after a frantic 911 call.
Interested in a nord as well... Also I just love the elder scrolls :b
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