I disagree, because big post tends to mean more detail. Though some people go overboard (I remember some guy from TWC who made a very long post to say he saw a dead guy then jumped over a wall).

I'm not saying we can't, just we don't.

That's true. But like you said, Long Posts can either mean more detail, or just rambling on about something. We generally do a decent job here with generally posts in the 1-2 paragraph range on average, withe shorter posts sometimes. Longer is good, but it means you have to read more to learn just as much. I don't mind reading, but if one guy writes three paragraphs on how he stabs a guy (Litterally just the one action of stabbing), and another writes a paragraph and says how he does an elaborate dodge of a foe, then retaliates with a stab, the shorter one is better in my opinion. I don't like books that ramble on about some minor detail most would ignore, and I don't like posts that ramble on for pages when a detailed paragraph would do just as well. I'm just a "Get to the point" kind of guy I guess...

Right. I'll do a fantasy-type setting, just because they're common and relatively simple.

Name: Zikel Rindain
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Class: Druid
Height: 5'10
Weight: 178
Physical Description: Black hair grown to his chin, green eyes, very well tanned from almost unceasing sun exposure. Numerous body paintings, including a lightning bolt on his right cheek, a thorny vine along his left forearm, and a bear paw either hand. Wears a leather armor vest, and ordinary woolen breeches. Arms are completely bare, hence the visibility of the vine. He never wears any sort of helmet and very rarely wears shoes.
Bio: Comes from a small tribe of plainsland nomads deeply connected with nature. Once his eighteenth birthday came around, he departed from his family on the highly valued tradition of kwaalme, the coming of age ceremony, in which the prospective adult wanders off among the 'city-builders' for a full year. Once the year has expired, if he can track the movements of his family, and find their temporary home, he is accepted as an adult member of the clan. His tribe has cultivated a special brand of magic for generation, which deals not with manipulating raw energy, but in channeling that energy through his surroundings. This magic is believed to come from the Nature itself, and thus is used to turn the plants, earth, and air around him into both protection and weaponry. Although almost boundlessly curious, like nearly all kwaalme-goers, he is brooding by nature, and has a somewhat limited command of the standard human language, thus making him invariably silent, seeming taciturn and uncivilized.
Equipment: Aside from his clothing, he fights using a long, 7" knife with a finely polished oaken handle, with many designs carved into the wood. The knife, blade and all, was made by his own hands, and he is fiercely protective of it.

OK, there's the bio, and here are the posts (not related in any way, just attempting to put the character in different situations):

Zikel stumbled through the dirt road of the village as if in a daze, shaking his head as he gazed around in awe. Frequently people would bump into him or shove him out of the way, but he was unfazed, completely consumed by wonder. Only the loud sounds of commotion from the east caused him to divert his attention towards the tavern.

The orc lunged at Zikel, lifting its axe and slobbering angrily, but with a mere gesture to an innocent bush on the forest floor, a thorny vine wrapped around each of the beast's ankles at the druid's command, and another slipped around its neck, yanking the monster to its knees. The axe flailed wildly, but Zikel grabbed the orc's wrist and twisted roughly, and the weapon fell from its grasp with a thump. "You shall pay," the nomad snarled, and rammed his knife through its chest. The orc's final breath gargled in its throat, and then it fell limp, and the vines slid like snakes to their shrubs, and then turned back into unassuming roots, with no evidence there had been any other way.

Zikel stared at him blankly. The elf was using words that meant nothing to him. For a moment, he impulsively lapsed into his native tongue. "Dulnark jredish vipun, inesh fegat tunjan."

Haze away.

The writing is good (Though you over use commas, but I do that too). Though you randomly threw in an Orc, but I am assuming that is only so you could do a post about fighting, since fighting post tend to be easier to detail over just sitting there stirring around a drink while sitting in a bar.

And is that an actual language, or random letters?

Edit - Oh, I get it now. Those three paragraphs have nothing to do with eachother. At first I thought you just skipped two paragraphs (The intro of the orc and the intro of the elf)

Edit 2 - See, that is a fault of mine. I completely miss sentences every now and then (I missed the sentence above the three paragraphs explaining my first edit).

No, it's not an actual language, I just threw together letters that were actually phonetically possible to pronounce. I hate it when people make up languages where words are like, kpjfeld or xnhilqk. It's just a personal pet peeve of mine. I actually attempt to make my made-up words seem relatively genuine, and because you had to ask first, I assume I did so with some measure of success.

I can guess what "fegat" means.

May I post a minor critique?

I don't think there's many 7' swords less an 7' knife. You may want to check that.

7 inches, not seven feet. I'll correct that.

EDIT: I'm glad you know what fegat means, because I know I sure don't.

Whoops. That blew past me. I should of thought more about that before I posted, it wasn't necessary to bring up at all. My apologies.

Why not, I RP all the time, but have never been graded, so, I am ready to be shot down.

Name: Kirothan
Race: Anthro-Wolf
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Class: Bard
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 197
Physical Description: Black shaggy mane, covering every square inch of his wolfen body. His muzzle is about 6 inches long. His emerald hued eyes stand out among the chaotic fur. His body, despite the weight is rather lean, well defined from all his running. He wears black human's pants for cover. He is, after all, decent.
Bio: Kirothan is a member of the wind-clan of wolves. As the name may suggest, they prey and worship the wind, and are capable of minor wind spells. Kirothan left when he was young due to the fact that he was rather tired of the ins and outs of this common boring life. He joined with a small traveling proformance group, which sang/danced. This is where Kiro picked up his first lute, a guitar like instrument. (for those who dont know) He was fluent with it in a matter of moments. He did not make any money off of it though, because the owners of the troop turned him into a slave. He was locked in cages and, to his owner's great mistake, rooms. In one particular room, he found a book on music, on the 'powers of music'. This is when he discovered bardic magery. After a few days of silent study, he broke free and destroyed the group, using a mixture of his physical abilities, and his musical magic. Kirothan now wanders, playing music to survive.

(RP to come)

hah, I sometimes miss the signups simply because i spend so much time reading everyone else's profiles and such.

edit- I think I could guess about who's on that third list, IHMN, but I won't say, just to be *COUGH*Smash Daisaku*COUGH* nice