[littl3chocobo]

;_; his bunnyrabbit eye.........

i actually dont ask those sorts of questions XD

me either, my chars are custom made for the story they are in, i have only tried making a char for recycling a couple times and it never works, to make a char work is to have him grow and to take off all that growth to make him fit elsewhere messes things up

[uncledaddy]

Character development is the bestest. If you want me to come out from under my fridge, just mention OCs. I am all over it.

Willis; same. >:s I haven't even considered RPing with someone else in ages, though. I don't even try. It's always terrible and nobody has any ideas that interest me and apparently vice versa.

[littl3chocobo]

your char was perfect for our rp galla XD

[Gallagher]

I KNOW! And it's such an easy, safe setting, I dunno why it was giving me so much trouble.

Ugu. I'm just so used to doing things with Deadsie.

I really need to work on trying to reply to my Suzebby now though. That rp has been sitting for only ever. But it's even harder, because it's a character I haven't used at all yet.

[Cirque]

It's been ages since I've roleplayed with any of my OCs, which is a shame. Most of my roleplay partners tend to stick with Fandoms and the canon characters, so I've adapted to that. Which is fun, too, but not as freeing as working with my own character.

[uncledaddy]

Majority of mine and Willis's OCs are together in the same "universe", but a lot of them have varied backgrounds and places of origin. If we come up with something that doesn't really feel like it belongs in our main world, we do it separately.

Edit; Fandom is something I generally don't touch. If it makes use of someone else's creation, I don't really want anything to do with it.

[littl3chocobo]

me and pog just come up with whatever, make a pair of chars that would compliment each other and go from there XD we dont do fandom really(this is as close as we have ever gotten) and we have all sorts of timelines and universes

[Red Lion]

Indeed, my best RP are with willis.

Otherwise I tend to end up with crap like this.

http://www.ernya.com/talandra-t165320.html

Experienced and literate RPer my pasty white buttocks.

[Nexess]

-munches on chips and watches everyone- I don't RP.

[littl3chocobo]

oh god, are they a 'i like salt. salt is good. hiro liked salt. hiros ate lots of things with salt.'


XD it is! dude i cant rp with those people, i will take a typo if i can read the damn post but my dyslexia cant handle that level of stupid shit

your writing is not so bad though~ and the first few posts are the perfect length


if you think my crap is tolerable we should try and rp some time XD

[Cirque]

@Red: It's really hard to find roleplay partners. When I was on gaia, it was hell, and I haven't really bothered with roleplaying on forums since. It's just too much trouble, and I'd feel bad just going "sorry, no."

[uncledaddy]

Wahahahahaha... "She better got get those money". How did you keep up with that for so long. How.

[Gallagher]

I am the master of character recycling and AUs. The main pair I do we've done like... xkjgbhkjng.

4 normal, 1 gender swap, 2 other creature, 2 powers, 2 magic, 1 wonderland, 1 zombie.

Oh boy. And out of those... 2 have been suicidal, 2 have dealt with addiction, 1 with rape, and 1 with all of those at once.

xghxgjhj

-flailflail-

I need to write more character selections. I haven't added any to my writing thread in ages.

[littl3chocobo]

want to see the last rp i tried outside of pog?

[Red Lion]

I tend to make a lot of typos and the quality of my work varies depending on how invested I am. I can write reasonable stuff if I need to.

Here's a little bit on Kurt, from his origin story. Need some work though.

"Herr Major?"

Kurt was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of a young boy"Ja?" he replied turning to look down at the young soldier. He sighed inwardly. The lad was barely into his teens, probably drafted into the youth like so many other, Kurt himself had been such a boy when his life as a soldier began. He'd been different back then, new and clean and pure, just like this boy who stood before him in a uniform that represented concepts and ideas no one so young and innocent could fathom.

"Speak up lad, I'm listening" Kurt barked harshly. Whether he liked his job anymore or not, he was an officer and he had to remember his duties and his rank.

The boy bit his lip "We're going to die to day aren't we?" he asked quietly, dark eyes full of fear.

For a moment Kurt almost entertained the thought of giving the boy some false hope but he knew that innocence couldn't live forever and that even a child should know that mercy was nothing but a foreign dream for them "Ja we've lost the war. There's nothing left for us to do but die like the men we are" he put a hand on the boy's shoulder "We won't be remembered for our actions either,not in a good way at least, we aren't the hero's of this story. When we die today that's the end, we can only hope to maintain a shred of our dignity by dying like real soldiers, no begging, no weeping, we must always remember our courage,".

The boy face twisted in dismay and Kurt felt suddenly very old. At Thirty-Two he felt ancient perhaps it was a good thing that the end was in sight. He'd spend twenty years serving this country, a country who's morals he now questioned and who's honor was long tainted. But he was still proud, he would always be proud, wrong or right....a German soldier does not turn his back on his nation.

"Don't lose heart yet,"

Kurt turned to see his longtime friend Wilhelm, "You know as well as I do, even if we survive this last battle the Allied forces won't go easy on us, it will be the firing squad for certain,".

"you don't know that! We could escape, there's still time to run," Wilhelm replied, his pale brow furrowing and his light brown hair falling into his eyes, "Kurt, you don't have to die today," he insisted with an eagerness that unsettled Kurt.

Kurt was transfixed by the eerie gleam in his comrade's eye. Wilhelm had changed quite a bit over the past year. He had become pale and increasingly withdrawn, and there was the strangest aura around him. For the first time in his life Kurt felt that he didn't know his friend.

"What the devil are you talking about?!" Kurt growled. "Do you know something I don't?"

Wilhelm shrugged "Perhaps...Maybe you'll find out today. Oh don't glare at me like that I'm your friend, just trust me." Wilhelm fixed his strangely luminous violet eyes on Kurt. "We are still friends aren't we?" he asked.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and gave a hesitant nod. Then he turned and left, Battle was raging on the ground and his unit would be dispatched soon...he had to prepare.

One hour left before deployment. Kurt was in the washroom shaving. Being well groomed wouldn't help him in the slightest but, it gave him comfort to do something with his time, he felt like he was preforming a last ritual to prepare for his execution. He ran the razor over his cheek one last time then peered into the mirror. He needed a hair cut, his curling, messy, white-blond hair was starting to look ragged and strands were hanging in his silvery grey eyes. He was not a very handsome man. He had rough hawkish features and ruddy tanned skin. Dark circles under his eyes and the lines etched around his thin mouth gave testimony to the hardships he had endured. He picked up a pair of shears and prepared to trim his hair when the call to move out was sounded. Putting the shears down he gave his reflection a final long look.

"Well time to die." He said grimly.

He put on his coat and smoothed out any wrinkles, his uniform spotless, he did not run out of the barracks, rather he walked, marching with all the courage and dignity he could summon to meet his end.

[Red Lion]

Originally Posted by Disgusting Creep

Wahahahahaha... "She better got get those money". How did you keep up with that for so long. How.

......Determination and stubbornness are my prime characteristics.