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My Character Sheet by Shadowstrike on July 20th, 2014, 8:05 am
]Character Sheet Shadowstrike Race; Zith Gender; female Age; 18 Birthday; 1st day of Autumn, 18 years ago Birthplace; Xy Appearance. I, Shadowstrike is covered in midnight black fur which is thicker than other Zith’s fur, making it more noticeable, and like most Zith my fur is longer at my knees and elbows. Gold eyes, ebony coloured hair long as my waist, uncontrollable, and sleek but curly at the end. Height is 5 ft. exactly with a weight of 55kg. Long claws, always sharpened for hunting, and razor fangs. Character concept; I prefer animal meat over humans, although that does not mean that I do not take pleasure in killing them. I try to avoid killing the innocent, but if anyone insults or enrages me I will attack, and occasionally kill them. I have learned to repress these angers but only for some time and if I do not kill a human after several times of these repressions, well I... tend to go on a bit of a killing spree...frenzy. I have never liked the fact that I have to grow up with so many siblings, fighting to survive and exist, I am not a fan of having too many “friends,” also the fact that they may be a victim in these fits of rage, I prefer to have acquaintances. Fitting in with humans is not as hard as you might think, many people mistaken my folded up wings for a strange hooded cloak. Painting, and drawing are some of my strongest passions, including any other visual art form, and hunting, there is no prey that I want that shall escape me, whether it is from a distance or up close with my clawed fists. Because of my hunting skills, I tend to befriend predatory animals; including wolves, tigers and the occasionally predatory birds,my only friends and the only creatures that seem to acknowledge my existence besides Long-Rain, the slave, who has been more of a mother to me than a slave. Long-Rain has been more of a mother to me than, my well, mother. Character History; The youngest in a Zith family of 31, I was always pushed to the back, ignored and fed t... [ Continued ]
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What's so hard about it...? by Tiki on January 14th, 2012, 1:04 am
What’s so hard about it?
Honestly, I cannot figure out people anymore. No degree of psychology holds any answers. People, in general, just keep proving to be even more idiotic, stupid, ignorant, bastardly morons with each coming generation. I’m not saying I’m Einstein here, but OH MY GOD. What’s the difficulty with following simple direction, there’s a big finger point to it, buddy, just go and CLICK on it. That’s all, no work added, no frustrations, just a simple click. No, don’t go to that button, this one, yes this one, NOT THAT ONE, THAT ONE, CLICK IT. Simple things, clicking buttons; it’s mission petchin’ impossible with today’s ignorant bastards roaming the world (and yes, YOU might be one of them).
I need answers, honestly. Is it that everything is handed to people on a silver platter anymore? Maybe we don’t work hard enough to understand value and honor (and only some God must know how I managed to have even trace amounts of such). Have we, adult generation inclusive, lowered the bar to excuse our own laziness? Again, did that spring from life being too easy? I imagine it wasn’t as prevalent a problem back in the day when where ever you wanted to go, you were walking. Which brings us to another topic: RESPECT.
It’s not much to ask for. I don’t care if you address me as sir or mister, but just drop your attitude WAY OVER THERE and leave it there until you actually know me better. No, I don’t know who you are, and frankly I care ye’ much---> ||. It’s not too much… I do care though, take note of that, and I’d love to see you fulfill your potential to be whatever it si you strive to be, but got in himmel, how about throwing some patience my way to what I’VE worked so hard to achieve and be recognized for. I know, I’m a window to opportunity of some kind (not really, but hear me out), but I don’t even care “ye’ much” is you cannot respect what I once had done.
This is not some youth stage; I see it at all age... | [ Continued ]
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In the Spirit of the Season: Fear by Colombina on October 19th, 2009, 8:56 pm
I do most of my thinking in three places: my car, the shower, my bed. Today's thought was brought to you by... the bed. I was laying there contemplating characters and a thought struck me. There is a less lauded trait that makes a character real for me, that separates an average characterization from a masterful one: Fear.
I'm not talking Scooby Doo and Shaggy level fear, but a healthy understanding of a character's psyche. It's easy to fall into the trap of building a character around what you admire. I use the word "trap" loosely, this can result in some great characters. (I like to write what I know when it comes to personality. A character is often a portion or mood of me, amplified and distorted past easy recognition. But I digress.) We admire courage, fortitude and general kick-assery: the strong silent type, the mouthy woman who will defend her friends at all cost, the bold native who defies cultural norms, etc. But in perpetuating that I think we miss something.
Real people harbor real fears. Not phobias, not quirks, but lingering apprehensions. Even outspoken people who step beyond their boundaries have something they battle with. Otherwise their actions should not inspire admiration.
In past rp-ing, I have seen characters that don't bat an eye at strange occurrences, rare races or inhospitable lands. Sometimes it suits them, but mostly I feel they are missing something. There should be a greater wonder or awe if this is an adventure. You lose sight of how fantastic something is when you treat it with the same level of shock as a pair of socks. (Unless your socks are terribly exciting). And Mizahar is the kind of place that has maybe three safe havens. It's fractured, and the races are dangerous, old, rare or just plain strange. Now these are more general ideas of fear and surprise, where real rp-ing comes in are the internalized thoughts.
A rich inner thought life can give some amazing characters. I love to see a writer... [ Continued ]
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I'm Alive! by Amaya on February 25th, 2010, 6:18 pm
Hey everyone, been busy with school lately seeing as it's the second semester and all, I've really got to buckle down and concentrate. 2 more semesters after this one and then I'll be home free!!! till college, that is. I'm hopefully going to have more time to role play on here and that'll mean more of Amaya in Riverfall!!
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Decending silence by Book__wyrm on August 26th, 2010, 11:47 am
When I see disasters on TV, I always feel kinda sad, but more detached, you know? It's like, you know it's real, and you feel sorry, but it doesn't really click that these are real people, with real friends, and family. Maybe it's just me, but my mind can't really wrap around it.
In my whole life, I think there's only been two times that it really hit me that someone was really, actually dead. The first time was the week after a hurricane, when I found out that one of the teachers around campus had been on holiday when it hit, and was killed.
The second time was a few days back, after the Philippine hostage situation. Twenty two Hong Kong tourist were held hostage by a former policeman wanting his job back. It took them eleven hours to resolve the situation, and by the end of it, eight of the Hong Kong tourists were dead. The youngest, Jessie Ng, was fourteen years old, and a friend of a friend.
Putting a face and a name made it real, in a way. Knowing we had a mutual acquaintance made it worse.
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