[Tazha_bear]

Yes. they're not on this site, but I haven't gotten anything set up here yet and so I have nothing on this site I can use as a sample. ^^;


Sample 01:

Alanie Persius

Alanie continued to stare down at the space beneath her. She was well aware that she didn't have to stay on the solid ground, she could jump down and land easily, but she didn't. She didn't want to end up causing any racket fr the Gods and Goddesses down there, where they were closest to the sea, so they have better interaction with Poseidon.

She turned and was about to take down the cloth and fold it when a familiar, annoying, relentless voice came from the door behind her. As much as she wanted to come back at him with a snide remark, she simply ignored the comment. "What do you you know. A visitor. I thought you'd be forging swords and weapons right now..." She said, knowing the subject was touchy.

Her mother had told her about it multiple times, how he wanted to forge or at least watch someone forge but he couldn't go close to the fire because He was too powerful, and would make the swords unusable. And, well, she couldn't say she pitied him much. Wasn't her thing.

"How's the forge these days anyways? My mother's sword was supposed to being fixed... Is it going well?" she asked. She couldn't help but breach the subject further, to wipe in his face that he couldn't go near the forge, and that was exactly what she said next. "Oh, I forgot, you're not allowed around the forge! I'm so sorry they think you incapable of controlling you fire.. So sad, truly." She said, almost pitying him.

Sample 02:

Arwa and her caravan had just entered the market areas of the city of Egypt, as they drove by kids and some of the girls who wanted to be dancers began to follow them. "GYPSIES! GYPSIES!" they all said, running along with them and Arwa smiled under her light purple see through face veil and waved at the small children.

Arwa had been a dancer for most of her life, at least since she was three. She was one of the sisters who were all talented dancers, but Arwa was the first to have interest in the art. She'd saw her first dancer when she was three, and ever since she'd seen the dancers dance, it was her dream, and life goal, to become the most popular, most talented gypsy dancer in all of Egypt.

They eventually stopped at an almost empty part of the markets and set up, selling jewels, breathing fire, but Arwa and her sisters had drummers set p and had a beat going before they began to dance, a sash setting on the ground for passers by to set gold in for them, though that was barely on her mind. She was too busy making sure her moves were well preformed.

She had her hips swinging, her arms moving and her stomach muscles were moving as well, sometimes only her stomach muscles were flexing to the beat of the drums. Soon there were crowds where the empty part of the market was, people enjoying the temporary company of the gypsies, as always, they brought with them the need to celebrate the day, some older people ended up dancing with Arwa, and she sometimes paused to teach a few small girls to dance as well.

sample 03:

Lore looked at neutral city not too distant from the tree her and Mylan were lounging in. It was one of those cities that she's seen, been in, and than gotten out of as quickly as possible. Even though she was human, her race was far from the normal human, she was a Leran, one of the many races that was entirely dependent on the forest, the forest was her home, a place she lived in, a place where her and Mylan were always able to run through wild and free, just like Lore's spirit, she was just as wild as the tiger she was with; A white tiger, a symbol of wild freedom to her people, but not the symbol of the forest, no.

The symbol of the forest was the dragon, a spirit that no one ever had by their side unless they were chosen by the forest to be able to have the dragon by their side. But so far, no one has ever seen a single Leran with a dragon, the closest there ever was was a fire lizard, but they are a whole different thing entirely. Sure they may be race related to the dragon, but they weren't a dragon them self, and there has only been one fire lizard spirit ever to be seen in the last two hundred years.

Lore sighed, getting tired of looking at the ruined, gray, uneventful city, scooting gently out of the tree and falling soundlessly to the ground than walking towards their village, made of dried brush and already fallen twigs. They never cut on the trees, or the brush on the ground, they waited for the forest to provide them their materials by dried, dead grass, bars, mud, things like that, and they used it to make shelters.

Mylan gave a soft growl at the thought of even trying to mark a tree with their knives. "I know... It would anger the forest and we'd no longer be welcome here...." She said with a sigh. "And honestly, I couldn't think of a life without the green canopy over my head, could you?" She asked Mylan, who gave her a look that told her 'No' than they looked ahead, going to their small hut on the outside of the village and going in, sitting down on a couch they bough from a human couple and they curled up and recounted the day's boring events. After all, they had nothing better to d with their time.

The last two are probably the best two roleplays I've been in, but the other roleplayer ended up leaving the site it was on so, It basically died. =(