Post by Pippin on Jan 16, 2012 15:53:34 GMT -5
Ooc - Hiya everybody! I is back. Life's been a little rough lately and I think a good role play would really help to keep my mind off of things, so hopefully I'll be sticking around for a while this time. Got my fingers crossed.
Anyhoo, this is just a simple, non serious role play to give some possible personalities a test drive before I decide if I want to keep them for my characters, so don't worry about putting too much effort into your replies unless you really want to. Sweet, quick, and simple work just fine here. And I know I always say this, but please pardon my rustified rp skills. It's seriously been years since I've role played.
PS - I hope its alright that I haven't posted biographies for Mithorian or Zheresh yet (who are Subeta pets, not Neopets, just in case anybody was wondering). I didn't really want to go through the trouble of writing biographies for them until I knew for sure what their personalities were going to be, but if this is a problem I can write quick skeletons for them with the personalities I am currently testing.
Zheresh sprinted down the cobbled street like a madman, a drawstring purse, which was a bit too feminine to have rightfully belonged to him, clutched tightly under one arm. The milky-white hairs on his catlike body rippled with the momentum of his movement as he dodged his way through holes in the crowd, or made a hole wherever there wasn't one already.
Outraged cries of "Thief! Stop where you are!" and "Give that back this instance!" were ringing out from somewhere behind him, but he ignored them, putting on an extra burst of speed. He had no interest in stopping or returning anything. Thievery was the only means of subsistence he had. He wasn't proud of it, but he did what he had to do to survive.
Endurance wasn't something Mithorian had a whole lot of. That taken into account, she was keeping up with Zheresh considerably well. Her billowing robes flailed out behind her in a wild array of oranges, yellows, and reds as she dashed along the congested cobblestone road, determine to retrieve her purse from the dragon-like creature who had snatched it only moments ago. In her hands she brandished a hardback copy of Flame Throwing for Dummies as if she intended to beat Zheresh with it once she caught him.
"Thief! Stop where you are, you filthy scumbag! Give my bag back this instance! You hear me? This inst--"
With a sudden lurch, Mithorian toppled forward, landing hard on her hands and knees, her glasses and the book she had been holding both flying off in different directions. She looked up just in time to see Zheresh's bleary form disappear into the crowd, and a wave of panic swept over her. If somebody didn't stop him right now her bag and all of its contents would be gone forever. She shrieked desperately, "Somebody please stop him! He's getting away!"
Anyhoo, this is just a simple, non serious role play to give some possible personalities a test drive before I decide if I want to keep them for my characters, so don't worry about putting too much effort into your replies unless you really want to. Sweet, quick, and simple work just fine here. And I know I always say this, but please pardon my rustified rp skills. It's seriously been years since I've role played.
PS - I hope its alright that I haven't posted biographies for Mithorian or Zheresh yet (who are Subeta pets, not Neopets, just in case anybody was wondering). I didn't really want to go through the trouble of writing biographies for them until I knew for sure what their personalities were going to be, but if this is a problem I can write quick skeletons for them with the personalities I am currently testing.
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Zheresh sprinted down the cobbled street like a madman, a drawstring purse, which was a bit too feminine to have rightfully belonged to him, clutched tightly under one arm. The milky-white hairs on his catlike body rippled with the momentum of his movement as he dodged his way through holes in the crowd, or made a hole wherever there wasn't one already.
Outraged cries of "Thief! Stop where you are!" and "Give that back this instance!" were ringing out from somewhere behind him, but he ignored them, putting on an extra burst of speed. He had no interest in stopping or returning anything. Thievery was the only means of subsistence he had. He wasn't proud of it, but he did what he had to do to survive.
Endurance wasn't something Mithorian had a whole lot of. That taken into account, she was keeping up with Zheresh considerably well. Her billowing robes flailed out behind her in a wild array of oranges, yellows, and reds as she dashed along the congested cobblestone road, determine to retrieve her purse from the dragon-like creature who had snatched it only moments ago. In her hands she brandished a hardback copy of Flame Throwing for Dummies as if she intended to beat Zheresh with it once she caught him.
"Thief! Stop where you are, you filthy scumbag! Give my bag back this instance! You hear me? This inst--"
With a sudden lurch, Mithorian toppled forward, landing hard on her hands and knees, her glasses and the book she had been holding both flying off in different directions. She looked up just in time to see Zheresh's bleary form disappear into the crowd, and a wave of panic swept over her. If somebody didn't stop him right now her bag and all of its contents would be gone forever. She shrieked desperately, "Somebody please stop him! He's getting away!"