Post by kuruk on Aug 10, 2008 17:47:21 GMT
Your name ;; Nikki you can call me....
Number of charries on here ;; 1 planing on making a nother as soon as i learn how to post better then i am now xD
Number of active charries on here ;;1
How often you are on here ;; like everyday! I'm addicted
Time you have been rping ;; wow... about a year or two
How you would like to improve your rp ;; just posting long post
Strengths of your roleplaying ;; Hmm... i guess describing things or describing feelings
Weaknesses of your roleplaying ;; Just having nothing to write,
Sample one ;; [Threw the thick path that was traveled by many so many years before a blue roan stud now walks. His soften kissers pressed against the soften earth as he walks. His tail flicks at the pesky flies that lands upon his rump. His nares widen, taking in the faintest of scents. His audits perked, picking up the tinyest of sounds. As he plants his hoof he lands upon a dried twig that broke in half and lets off a loud Crack. He threw his dome up and lets out a snort as he came to a halt. His solid 15 hands might not seem tall but for a quarter horse it is. His audits picked up a slight voice within the forest. An Equine. He was for sure. He threw his dome up once again. He hasn't come in contact of any of his kind in ages. He did however, keep control and replied to the equine in a soften lyric. " I am ". That was all that came out of this studs kissers. It was quiet, maybe to quiet. The only noise was the sound of their breathing and a faint chirping of a lone cricket in the distance. He waits for the mares response.
Sample two ;; His velvet kisser pressed against the rugged earth. His audits perked forward as pillars step over the broken twigs and the dried leaves. A loud snort escaped from his kissers as he lifted his dome he stood tall. An equine? No two. He thought as the wind blew and carried faint scents. He made his way out of the thick brush. As his pillars landed on the soften earth instead of the rugged ground he spots them, two shapes in the distance. His nares widen and made his way towards them, at a walk. His blue roan coat seemed dull however, his emerald orbs shined. As the moments ticked by the 15 hand stud reached the two, standing about two feet from the two. Dare he reply to the stags question to the mare. No, instead he dipped his dome and took another step back and lets out a tiny sigh. He watches the two, waiting for the mare to reply before he speaks.
Those post above are just the ones that i have rped on here, not my other rps
Number of charries on here ;; 1 planing on making a nother as soon as i learn how to post better then i am now xD
Number of active charries on here ;;1
How often you are on here ;; like everyday! I'm addicted
Time you have been rping ;; wow... about a year or two
How you would like to improve your rp ;; just posting long post
Strengths of your roleplaying ;; Hmm... i guess describing things or describing feelings
Weaknesses of your roleplaying ;; Just having nothing to write,
Sample one ;; [Threw the thick path that was traveled by many so many years before a blue roan stud now walks. His soften kissers pressed against the soften earth as he walks. His tail flicks at the pesky flies that lands upon his rump. His nares widen, taking in the faintest of scents. His audits perked, picking up the tinyest of sounds. As he plants his hoof he lands upon a dried twig that broke in half and lets off a loud Crack. He threw his dome up and lets out a snort as he came to a halt. His solid 15 hands might not seem tall but for a quarter horse it is. His audits picked up a slight voice within the forest. An Equine. He was for sure. He threw his dome up once again. He hasn't come in contact of any of his kind in ages. He did however, keep control and replied to the equine in a soften lyric. " I am ". That was all that came out of this studs kissers. It was quiet, maybe to quiet. The only noise was the sound of their breathing and a faint chirping of a lone cricket in the distance. He waits for the mares response.
Sample two ;; His velvet kisser pressed against the rugged earth. His audits perked forward as pillars step over the broken twigs and the dried leaves. A loud snort escaped from his kissers as he lifted his dome he stood tall. An equine? No two. He thought as the wind blew and carried faint scents. He made his way out of the thick brush. As his pillars landed on the soften earth instead of the rugged ground he spots them, two shapes in the distance. His nares widen and made his way towards them, at a walk. His blue roan coat seemed dull however, his emerald orbs shined. As the moments ticked by the 15 hand stud reached the two, standing about two feet from the two. Dare he reply to the stags question to the mare. No, instead he dipped his dome and took another step back and lets out a tiny sigh. He watches the two, waiting for the mare to reply before he speaks.
Those post above are just the ones that i have rped on here, not my other rps
