Post by Natalie on Sept 8, 2007 17:21:38 GMT -5
I think I would be a great mod because I have experience with other sites. And I'm like on all the time since I'm like grounded for life.. Not to mention that I have a crazy addiction for role playing. I'm pretty friendly and nice so I wouldn't snap at people. I'm very organized, and I would definately make myself useful at all times that I'm on.
=3
Anyways, enough talk. Er-- type. [ that sounded stupid.. >>; ]
But here is the role-play sample.
=3
• • •
He remembered it well, sighing as he softly stroked the tassel in his hair. Lowering his white ears in a sad manner, a bitter stab of melancholy flashed in his eyes, only to be lost as he plopped himself down upon his stomach, enjoying the comforts of laying down instead of standing. Valentine was never a fan of standing up for long periods of time. His mother wasn’t either, which brought another bitter stab of longing.
A promise..
Valentine missed her deeply, from her half smile to the feel of her hug. He wished he could’ve seen her smile become whole, give a final embrace… be able to complete the promise he tried so hard to forget.
A lie..
One that helped free a condemned man, his father, from his rightfully deserved fate. How dare that… vermin testify for him. Humans were so weak, fear and money their master’s. If he could, he would’ve destroyed that squealing swine in a heartbeat, avenging the slaughter of innocents…
Hope..
Hope that he kept his promise well, holding his silence so that Kaylie would be able to rest in peace, Mother as well. Two pale lilies in a sea of red velvet, locked away in a black coffin underneath the earth. The very idea made him shiver, despite the warmth of the day. A warm summer day, a promise, a lie, and everlasting hope; each connecting to form an unforgettable puzzle, one none would ever know about.
“Kaylie.. Mother.. Have you caught your silver winged butterfly yet?”
=3
Anyways, enough talk. Er-- type. [ that sounded stupid.. >>; ]
But here is the role-play sample.
=3
• • •
He remembered it well, sighing as he softly stroked the tassel in his hair. Lowering his white ears in a sad manner, a bitter stab of melancholy flashed in his eyes, only to be lost as he plopped himself down upon his stomach, enjoying the comforts of laying down instead of standing. Valentine was never a fan of standing up for long periods of time. His mother wasn’t either, which brought another bitter stab of longing.
A promise..
Valentine missed her deeply, from her half smile to the feel of her hug. He wished he could’ve seen her smile become whole, give a final embrace… be able to complete the promise he tried so hard to forget.
A lie..
One that helped free a condemned man, his father, from his rightfully deserved fate. How dare that… vermin testify for him. Humans were so weak, fear and money their master’s. If he could, he would’ve destroyed that squealing swine in a heartbeat, avenging the slaughter of innocents…
Hope..
Hope that he kept his promise well, holding his silence so that Kaylie would be able to rest in peace, Mother as well. Two pale lilies in a sea of red velvet, locked away in a black coffin underneath the earth. The very idea made him shiver, despite the warmth of the day. A warm summer day, a promise, a lie, and everlasting hope; each connecting to form an unforgettable puzzle, one none would ever know about.
“Kaylie.. Mother.. Have you caught your silver winged butterfly yet?”