Vesnic
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ineffable
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furiously looking for a slice of life rp...
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EARLY HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! HAVE A GREAT YEAR IN 2017!
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RIP Carrie Fisher
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New member so bear with me :)
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 Whelp, here's where you learn a little bit about me whether you like it or not. Hi! You can call me Effie or ineffable or basically whatever you'd like but welcome to my little corner of the guild! I've been here for about 5 years, starting on my adventure in roleplaying in a free roleplay and moving my way up towards more high casual roleplays, which is what I'm working on right now. You can find me a lot in Slice of Life roleplays and every so often in Fantasy or Sci-fi. As for a little bit about me: I love 80s era movies and music and play an inhumane amount of video games. I am also kind of low key addicted to Dungeons and Dragons and a total bookworm with a favoring towards contemporary fiction. Hit me up to talk about everything and anything! |  Not currently roleplaying, but if you have any interesting roleplays or 1x1s please do DM me! (I check back on the site a lot) ~~~~~~  |
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And welcome to where I store all of the stuff that I don't need but turn out to need anyway.
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Sofie quickly hid the knife as she fumbled her papers, slipping it into the pocket of her coat.
"Of course, I'm so so so sorry yet again, Edward." She shrugged off her coat and carefully laid it on the dresser, making sure to grab a dirty piece of fabric that had been left behind by the bathroom door.
She walked over to the sink and rinsed the dust and black splotches off of the coarse material as she kneeled on the floor and started to scrub. The smell of lemon spray, the gleam of the white tiles and the scratch of the cloth against her palm reminded her of something...something she'd rather not experience again. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight, taking in quick deep breaths. Her hands stilled on the cloth and she sunk down deeper onto the tiles.
Sofie had to compose herself or he would know that something was wrong with her.
She didn't know what to say, as she was not one for words and everything about the moment made her want to crawl into the corner and give up, crying. Sofie licked her dry lips and ran them between her straight, white teeth. What could she say?
"Of course, I'm so so so sorry yet again, Edward." She shrugged off her coat and carefully laid it on the dresser, making sure to grab a dirty piece of fabric that had been left behind by the bathroom door.
She walked over to the sink and rinsed the dust and black splotches off of the coarse material as she kneeled on the floor and started to scrub. The smell of lemon spray, the gleam of the white tiles and the scratch of the cloth against her palm reminded her of something...something she'd rather not experience again. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight, taking in quick deep breaths. Her hands stilled on the cloth and she sunk down deeper onto the tiles.
Sofie had to compose herself or he would know that something was wrong with her.
She didn't know what to say, as she was not one for words and everything about the moment made her want to crawl into the corner and give up, crying. Sofie licked her dry lips and ran them between her straight, white teeth. What could she say?
Gotcha! I'm working on my entry right now!
Sofie froze in her tracks. Oh god. She closed the Swiss knife and put it on the small closet in front of the bathroom.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't realise! I...I thought you were someone else. I didn't know we had roommates" Her cheeks heated up as she scrambled for the dorm room assignment paper. It did indeed tell her that she was supposed to be rooming with Edward Valentine.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She flustered as she looked at the boy in front of her.
God, what was she thinking?
"I'm so sorry! I didn't realise! I...I thought you were someone else. I didn't know we had roommates" Her cheeks heated up as she scrambled for the dorm room assignment paper. It did indeed tell her that she was supposed to be rooming with Edward Valentine.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She flustered as she looked at the boy in front of her.
God, what was she thinking?
Ah thank you so much Thin! That was really helpful!
Now for me to give advice back...hmmm. I'm no way as experienced a writer as you are so I'm afraid my advice might have been something you've figured out but I'll give it a go anyway!
I'll be talking about quite weak minded characters if I'm honest, so that may not apply to Ed. I hope it helps anyway.
Good, pure characters are actually quite easy to write (If you grew up on a diet of them anyway)! They come in all shapes and forms, and varied histories are usually fine with them. I mean, good, pure characters never really do have to have a happy history anyway. A happy life doesn't have to mean that the character would become a good person. Sometimes you find that even the happiest of people are struggling with the darkest of thoughts.
However, when writing these characters you have to have it in mind that they can and will have to be corruptible. They love more than others, they are more innocent and they believe that whatever they do should have an impact on the world around them. They are naive, is what I'm trying to get at. They yearn to have an impact on the world around them and would do just about anything to have it be that way.
ERRRRR THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUT I'LL UPDATE IT AND EVERyTHING :)
Now for me to give advice back...hmmm. I'm no way as experienced a writer as you are so I'm afraid my advice might have been something you've figured out but I'll give it a go anyway!
I'll be talking about quite weak minded characters if I'm honest, so that may not apply to Ed. I hope it helps anyway.
Good, pure characters are actually quite easy to write (If you grew up on a diet of them anyway)! They come in all shapes and forms, and varied histories are usually fine with them. I mean, good, pure characters never really do have to have a happy history anyway. A happy life doesn't have to mean that the character would become a good person. Sometimes you find that even the happiest of people are struggling with the darkest of thoughts.
However, when writing these characters you have to have it in mind that they can and will have to be corruptible. They love more than others, they are more innocent and they believe that whatever they do should have an impact on the world around them. They are naive, is what I'm trying to get at. They yearn to have an impact on the world around them and would do just about anything to have it be that way.
ERRRRR THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUT I'LL UPDATE IT AND EVERyTHING :)
She listened to the both of them talk about star trading for a while before deciding to stop doing so. It was obvious that they both were privileged young men who probably just wanted a degree because their fathers had sent them to do so. If they failed they could still go home to their families and still inherit the family business.
If she failed... Sofie shook her head. She was going to maintain her scholarship, she was not going to fail and then when she finally got out of here she would make a name for herself. She would rise up among all of the other spoiled students and show them that somewhere out there was someone who became a star trader not for a family business but because she had enough abilities to. Sofie would beat them, would make them jealous of her for a change. All her life she had wanted to be them, live like them, talk like them, have enough power like them but she had knew it was impossible. Now she actually had the chance to.
An ear piercing shriek from the mic made Sofie stop her train of thought as she listened to the speaker for a bit. She stopped after a few seconds, choosing instead to check her orientation packet. Trace was spouting nonsense, that only resonated within people like him. It didn't apply to her.
When the standing ovation ended she followed the other students out of the stadium, checking her map and the usher ahead of her every so often to make sure she was going in the right direction. As she reached block B, building 2000 she stood outside of it for a moment, admiring the clean, modern architecture and the stream of well dressed students entering it. She let herself give a tense smile and then with a step forward she continued on into the building. She needed to find 2224.
As she stepped up to the door she realised it needed some kind of new laser detection smart phone to unlock. She didn't have one. She fiddled around with the scanner for a second, referring to her packet every so often. She needed some sort of AR code, one that was to be sent to her laser detection smart phone, if only she had one. Oh well. She let herself into an app on her phone and typed a few string commands
"Thanks, Moglet" She muttered as she swung the door open. Almost instantly she heard the small scuffling sounds. Someone else was in here with her. Wasn't she supposed to have a single dorm?
A hand crept down her boot as she flipped open the Swiss knife, walking silently to where she had heard the noise. Please dear god, she hoped it wasn't Father. Her hands trembled as she thought of Father and she used her other hand to steady it. Sofie nudged the bathroom door open from with her toe and lunged inside.
If she failed... Sofie shook her head. She was going to maintain her scholarship, she was not going to fail and then when she finally got out of here she would make a name for herself. She would rise up among all of the other spoiled students and show them that somewhere out there was someone who became a star trader not for a family business but because she had enough abilities to. Sofie would beat them, would make them jealous of her for a change. All her life she had wanted to be them, live like them, talk like them, have enough power like them but she had knew it was impossible. Now she actually had the chance to.
An ear piercing shriek from the mic made Sofie stop her train of thought as she listened to the speaker for a bit. She stopped after a few seconds, choosing instead to check her orientation packet. Trace was spouting nonsense, that only resonated within people like him. It didn't apply to her.
When the standing ovation ended she followed the other students out of the stadium, checking her map and the usher ahead of her every so often to make sure she was going in the right direction. As she reached block B, building 2000 she stood outside of it for a moment, admiring the clean, modern architecture and the stream of well dressed students entering it. She let herself give a tense smile and then with a step forward she continued on into the building. She needed to find 2224.
As she stepped up to the door she realised it needed some kind of new laser detection smart phone to unlock. She didn't have one. She fiddled around with the scanner for a second, referring to her packet every so often. She needed some sort of AR code, one that was to be sent to her laser detection smart phone, if only she had one. Oh well. She let herself into an app on her phone and typed a few string commands
> ar request
>~ request activated; enter key?
> 1a56g63!74TY9hd!jsiw9289!heichenback
>~ key confirmed; location key?
> purcellu#"$754
>~ room number?
> B2224
>~~ Processing ~~~<
>~ accepted."Thanks, Moglet" She muttered as she swung the door open. Almost instantly she heard the small scuffling sounds. Someone else was in here with her. Wasn't she supposed to have a single dorm?
A hand crept down her boot as she flipped open the Swiss knife, walking silently to where she had heard the noise. Please dear god, she hoped it wasn't Father. Her hands trembled as she thought of Father and she used her other hand to steady it. Sofie nudged the bathroom door open from with her toe and lunged inside.
Sofie smiled a tight smile as she watched the exchange happen before her. And then the offer to switch places with Ed came.
She moved, touching Ed slightly on the shoulder as she did so as a kind of thanks. Acts of kindness had never been extended to her much before and she had vowed to herself that from her past on out she would make sure she’d give thanks to any good thing she came across, as they were helping her live one day longer.
Sofie sat down on the warm seat beneath her and rubbed the cloth of her sweatshirt between her fingers. She had still not taken off her coat yet but she was cold. She hoped it wasn’t rude not to take it off. She knew nothing much of formalities anyway.
As she sat there silently she let herself take in Ed. He held himself in a very noble manner yet seemed quite humble. He was handsome, she supposed but what really striked her was his eyes. Deep dark red. He was important she guessed, someone who was really distinguished from the common folk like Bergson.
She moved, touching Ed slightly on the shoulder as she did so as a kind of thanks. Acts of kindness had never been extended to her much before and she had vowed to herself that from her past on out she would make sure she’d give thanks to any good thing she came across, as they were helping her live one day longer.
Sofie sat down on the warm seat beneath her and rubbed the cloth of her sweatshirt between her fingers. She had still not taken off her coat yet but she was cold. She hoped it wasn’t rude not to take it off. She knew nothing much of formalities anyway.
As she sat there silently she let herself take in Ed. He held himself in a very noble manner yet seemed quite humble. He was handsome, she supposed but what really striked her was his eyes. Deep dark red. He was important she guessed, someone who was really distinguished from the common folk like Bergson.
That would be wonderful! I find that during this time period I’m writing so many of those dark to good characters and would love the advice.
Also I just picked up on it DID YOU JUST REFER TO YOURSELF IN THIRD PRRSON IN THE POST BEFORE?
And lastly, your IC post was really good. I laughed a lot, imagining Ed as some sort of anime fanboy.
EDIT: OH MY GOD I FOUND OUT WHERE I GOT BERGSON FROM. It’s the last name of the artist Ed was listening to on the way to the university. And I thought I was original
Also I just picked up on it DID YOU JUST REFER TO YOURSELF IN THIRD PRRSON IN THE POST BEFORE?
And lastly, your IC post was really good. I laughed a lot, imagining Ed as some sort of anime fanboy.
EDIT: OH MY GOD I FOUND OUT WHERE I GOT BERGSON FROM. It’s the last name of the artist Ed was listening to on the way to the university. And I thought I was original
AHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HER!
I've written several dark characters before but I think she's truly made of something different than the others. There's something in Sofie that I would love to explore more and I'm happy it's through this role play.
I honestly have written so many pure, good characters that I think it's a bit more interesting to write about a character who may or may not change into the heroic person we want them to be. I like seeing growth in my characters and I think Victor and Sofie could very well explore that a lot in the RP!
I've written several dark characters before but I think she's truly made of something different than the others. There's something in Sofie that I would love to explore more and I'm happy it's through this role play.
I honestly have written so many pure, good characters that I think it's a bit more interesting to write about a character who may or may not change into the heroic person we want them to be. I like seeing growth in my characters and I think Victor and Sofie could very well explore that a lot in the RP!
The silence between the three of them was unbearable. God it was so bad. Sofie usually had no problem with silence but the space between them was loud with a flurry of thoughts. She couldn't bear noisy thoughts, all that energy buzzing around aimlessly made her think back to her past.
"What brings such a pretty girl to a place like this? You could be a model if you wanted."
She'd worked to get here. She had worked so hard to earn herself a place at Percell, to brush off all of her past and to get to a point where she could finally be free and now this guy was suggesting she didn't come here to learn? That she wasn't capable of learning?
It made her mad and she knew what she would've done if this was happening a year or so ago. Her fingernails clacked against the bleachers as she tried to keep her anger in. Each vibration in the metal below her grounded her. She had to calm down. Her hands itched to get the swiss knife she'd buried within her boot but she kept still. Sofie could not blow up. Sofie wouldn't risk her future like that.
Slowly, carefully she responded "Thank you for complimenting me, but I came here to learn."
Then she faded into silence.
The Swiss blade's handle scratched against her skin as she moved her boot and she shuddered. It was so hard keeping it all back. What she wouldn't do to feel the blade slicing against skin.
She closed her eyes and breathed in deep.
"What brings such a pretty girl to a place like this? You could be a model if you wanted."
She'd worked to get here. She had worked so hard to earn herself a place at Percell, to brush off all of her past and to get to a point where she could finally be free and now this guy was suggesting she didn't come here to learn? That she wasn't capable of learning?
It made her mad and she knew what she would've done if this was happening a year or so ago. Her fingernails clacked against the bleachers as she tried to keep her anger in. Each vibration in the metal below her grounded her. She had to calm down. Her hands itched to get the swiss knife she'd buried within her boot but she kept still. Sofie could not blow up. Sofie wouldn't risk her future like that.
Slowly, carefully she responded "Thank you for complimenting me, but I came here to learn."
Then she faded into silence.
The Swiss blade's handle scratched against her skin as she moved her boot and she shuddered. It was so hard keeping it all back. What she wouldn't do to feel the blade slicing against skin.
She closed her eyes and breathed in deep.
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