Post by Heros on Nov 8, 2011 20:04:21 GMT -5
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Character Information
Character Name: Heros
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral/Good (?)
Starting Planet: Earth
Personal Information
Main form of contact: Email or PM, I guess...
Lance.
Other Information
RP Style: --- Novella/Multi-Paragraph
RP Sample:
Heros watched as the blurring colors of land flashed by. Pinks, greens, blues, hues of gold and red. With each passing second a dozen new colors flashed and snuffed from Heros' view, giving him brief views of the many different places in the mid-east part of the continent alone. It had been...what? A day? Two, perhaps, since he and Yakul had left the Village of Nari. A sickness had befallen the children, and a terrible luck in battle the adults. Only the elders and adolescents had been left unscathed, and most of them had fled in fear of the supposed curse. Sadly for Heros, he'd been held back, chosen for the quest to find the Sacred Water to cure the people.
So in other words, he'd been chosen to chance death for himself and an entire village of children and elderly.
"Yakul...We should rest soon. The sun rises, and with it the demons will flee. It will be the only safe time to stop and breath. As soon as it is visible over the mountains, we must stop. Understood?" Yakul made a clicking noise, followed by something like a sigh. "Good...If the maps are right, there should be a small forest a few miles ahead. There should be good."
And so they road through the remainder of the witching hour, leaving the spirits of the night in the dust behind them. At five o'clock they slowed ever so slightly, and by six Yakul the Elk was at a mere trot. Thirty minutes into the sixth hour of the morning, they veered off into a canopy of trees. Heros dug a stick into the ground, dragging it in a circle, saying a prayer over it, then uncorking and pouring a bottle of Holy Water into the minuscule trench. The water didn't seem into the ground, but instead spread itself out around the trench, flowing like a real river. It glowed gold, causing any evil to flee.
Yakul lowered himself to rest, while Heros unrolled a sleeping bag and pillow. He dropped his sword, bow, quiver and arrows next to the bag, along with the saddle bags and other packs. When he and Yakul were comfortable, they finally fell to rest, sleeping through the day and evening.
(This probably looked pathetic...Everything preceding it will be my first role play.)
