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Nifty. That is a fairly long time for forum friends to know each other and still RP together. Little wonder why so closely knit or so seemingly...
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I joined the forum back in the TWC days, but not so far back, prolly like a year or so ago as well.
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Which is it? Newly written work, or from an RP? |
It's newly written work.
I like your attempt to make it seem as though you are correct, but it faulters because your arguement is based on one assuming, when if you had read the entire thread it's more clear he meant it as an instruction to all. |
Newly written. It didn't seem that hard to me... Multiple other people back it up later as being newly written, not previous RP stuff.
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Anyway, this is a character from Avariel, where I learned to be about mediocre (And have probably remained) Oh, wait, you don't want a cut and paste for this? Look, I'll cut and paste for this because I don't have time to make up something on my very own right now. If you want something original just post in a minute and say, "Pay attention you jackass newb!" and I'll give you something off the top of my head tomorrow. Wait- Screw the Avariel character. I'll do my own crap right... Now! (This has no basis, right? I'm just pissing out a character for any given stereotypical setting?) Name: Sandy Dart Nick-Name: Dusty Race: Human Age: 22 Job: Ranch Hand Bio: Sandy was the kind of child most parents fear having. He was unruly, independent, hyperactive, and dirty. Not that he had parents to agonize over this, Sandy was abandoned and left to rot in the desert long before he had developed a personality. Found by a rancher, he was tamed by hard work and good country cooking. His foster family took care of him as long as he took care of the horses, the stables, the cows, the hay, and just about everything else. The desert winds always brought in a very filthy Sandy, and so he was renamed Dusty, because he always was dusty. Yet he enjoyed his work, it was a better alternative to ritalin, and the boy became a master of his trade and of his animals. ooc: So now what? I gotta make up a conflict and a world? Can it be basic for right now? Situation: The small town in the desert, Stalt, was getting restless around the time of Dusty's 21st birthday. Activists from the west, aptly named Activists of the West, aimed to unify the cities and establish a universal government. Staltans were against this, but the people knew that they would have to fight for their freedom, and they knew that they would lose that fight. There was one chance to stop the Activists. Their home city, Gar Land, had to be sabotaged. If the Activists lost their documents, their material for creating a nation, they would lose a large following. Also, the assasination of their riotous leader, Buster Banks, was a must. For this mission, there was need of an elite. A person who embodied the soul of the town, yet a person who was perfectly expendale, and would not shy away from perilous duty. What better applicant than Dusty? Code Name: Dusty (Why Not?) Class: Bull Rider / Animal Tamer (Horse Whisperer) / Secret Agent of Stalt Dusty galloped bareback into the town of Brush Shaw with ease. Bystanders were awed to see that this man could tame and ride a bull. The bull was also massive and strong. It's large horns were intimidating, it's dripping tongue was goofy, and Dusty was grinning with idiotic inexperience. He sauntered into the saloon, one hand on a whip at his side, the other in his pocket. Tossing a coin to the bartender, he asked, "You know anything about where I can find the famed Buster Banks?" The bartender rasped out, "Right behind you sonny." Dusty turned to see a man of epic proportions. The face was haggard, old and beaten, the button down shirt was torn and stained, the weight of his stomach alone could exceed 100 pounds. Buster's voice boomed loud enough to echo througout the bar, "I've been lookig for you too!" Broke, bloody, and shivering in a puddle of whatever dripped from the spitoon, Dusty awoke in the middle of the night. He was already a failure. -------------- I guess this is more of a straight story than RP writing. Whatever. Grade it. Let me see how I do. |
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And isn't Avariel the RP Forum RaiRai set up? Guess I'll need to check that out now... |
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