Hello! I would consider myself a veteran at this whole RP dealio, but it's been a while. Starting fresh here, and hope to find some cool peeps with minds ripe for blowing :)
I focus pretty heavily on plot and character development. The whole sword and sorcery thing is kinda my jam, but I can be flexible. Would love to join some of your guys RP's if you think I'd be a good fit :)
Here's a writing sample of mine:
The large man that he'd tried to shoot stepped forward, unrolling a sheet of leather, various tools assorted upon it. Gareth strained his eyes trying to see what Gregor was doing with them, but his position didn't grant a very good view. When Gregor returned he held what looked like pliers, and a jagged knife. His smile betrayed his lack of civility . . . he wasn't like the others, and it was blatantly evident. "You can pray to your dead gods now," Gregor taunted him, "like all the others." The man laughed and brought the knife down to his chest. He tore his shirt open and began carving into his chest. Gareth screamed, and Gregor grinned. "This one doesn't seem to waste his breath!" Gregor said to the others. "Your gods . . ."
Gregor's words faded from Gareth's ears as the pain dominated his mind. Gregor's face came in and out of focus as Gareth's vision was intermittently blinded by the sharp pain rushing up his chest, but he heard the word "gods" between his cries and as his rage and his fear bubbled to the surface of his being, and the cave suddenly vanished. He saw an infinite void, dark and inviting. He felt compelled to reach out with his mind, and felt he was not alone. Then the pain in his chest brought the cave back into view as he cried out. Even though he was looking into Gregor's eyes he saw the vast pit of darkness in his mind, the presence extending itself.
". . . are weak!" Gregor laughed.
"Damn the gods!" Gareth roared back, tears falling from his face onto the table he lied upon.
Stars showered down upon the void and black ribbons unraveled before him, twisting and winding downward in a vortex, a road that offered him an escape. The presence seemed to awaken and grow with his cry damning the gods, and then he heard it while simultaneously feeling the knife slicing him open. Good . . . now invite me . . . ask me to help you. Gareth cried as Gregor carved his flesh.
"Tell me which village you hail from boy," Gregor said at long last, "and I'll stop . . . maybe." He laughed.
"Help!" Gareth cried. Gregor laughed at the absurdity of the request.
"Nobody can hear you…nobody is coming to save you!"
Gareth sent his mind down the black ribbon road. "Help me dammit!" He screamed in desperation, his cries and groans fading as Gregor mocked him and pressed the knife further into his chest. The moon shined brightly above him suddenly, and the raining stars glistened in the moonlight washed over the black twisty path spiraling into the darkness, and the road glowed silver . . . then it was gone and all the pain stopped abruptly. Was he dead? He no longer felt cold, or the cold steel of the knife against his skin. He didn't hear Gregor breathing, laughing, or speaking. The world had gone mute, just as his senses had. Then a silver swirl spiraled into view before melting away. In its place stood a creature unlike anything Gareth had ever seen. Its eyes were red, and its skin was as black as the infinite void he'd seen with his mind's eye. Horns rose from its scalp in various directions, jagged and twisted. It appeared humanoid, but animal-like in many ways. In some ways it reminded him of a werewolf, what he'd heard of them anyway as he'd luckily never encountered one before, except it had less hair and its face wasn't so wolf-like. Its clawed hands looked deadlier than any weapon he'd ever seen, and when he finally met its eyes he saw its lips curl into a smile.
"What are you?"
The otherworldly entity cackled, an awfully raspy and guttural sound that assaulted Gareth's senses. "I am many things, but your little mind would hardly make sense of it. Let's just say I share your contempt for the so-called gods your people love so much."
"Are you a demon?" He asked, remembering the stories of fallen deities, divine relatives of Zion, Eudora and the others . . . corrupted gods whose names have been long since forgotten.
"If that explanation pleases your insufferable curiosity, sure."
"Why help me?" Gareth asked.
"Ahh, now there's a question that makes sense. Why indeed?" It said coyly.
"You want something . . ."
"You aren't as dumb as you make yourself out to be." It replied, its smile growing into a grin. "Here's the thing . . ." It said as it put an arm around Gregor, who until then seemed far away from him, but now stood there frozen in time, holding the knife to his chest. "I'll save you from this unfortunate predicament you find yourself in . . . Hells, I'll even accompany you on your noble quest to rescue the damsel in distress. I'll protect you from any harm all throughout the endeavor, and see to it that you reach her safely, but then you belong to me."
Gareth dropped his head to the table. "What worth am I to you?" He asked after a moment of silent contemplation, lifting his head once more.
"Not you per se," it said, "I'm more interested in the essence you carry around in that vessel of yours . . . I believe your kind refers to it as a soul. What do you say?" It said as it leaned toward the boy, a sparkle in its red eyes.
"What do you want with my soul?" Gareth asked alarmingly.
The demon grew irritated, its red eyes narrowing dangerously as it withdrew its arm from around Gregor and leaned over the foolish helpless boy. "Enough with your intolerable questions boy!" Black flames erupted from its flesh and its eyes widened horrifically, a promise of agony within. "They are tiresome, and . . ." The demon waved its arms around, gesturing to his captors and predicament. "You don't have many choices here."
". . . but my soul . . ." Gareth breathed. "Let me—"
"Never mind then." It interrupted, snapping its fingers and vanishing.
Time continued as if nothing had just transpired, and all the pain . . . the excruciating pain hit him like a ton of bricks all at once, the knife carving his flesh. Gregor paid no heed to his deafening screams and wailing as it came rushing back. "Okay!" He screamed, but nothing happened. Gregor looked at him curiously for a moment, easing on the knife, but only for a moment before he went back to his torturous deed. "Okay! I said okay!"
The demon appeared beside him as Gregor continued. He put the knife aside and brought forth the pliers, opening and closing them in Gareth's face, then brought them to his fingertips. "Say we have a deal." The demon said. Gregor began pulling his fingernail out ever so slowly. Gareth didn't think anything could hurt more than the knife carving into his chest, but he was so wrong. He began howling in agony.
"It's . . . a . . . deal!" He cried with every syllable.
Everything stopped. The pain in his finger and his chest, the overwhelming agony coursing through his body, the sound of the world, and the cool air brushing up against his skin. Time itself stopped once more, and the demon slashed the chains, freeing Gareth from his bindings. Red eyes watched him as he sat up and brought his arms down, holding them as if they'd stretch away from his body at any moment. He felt for the wounds upon his chest but they were no more, only scars remained in their place.
Gareth watched as the demon walked around Gregor, still standing at his side, pliers in hand, and traced his claws across the man's body. The man's skin peeled open all over, blood visible but remaining beneath Gregor's skin. It sliced the man's hand clean off and it remained attached as it continued gripping the pliers. The demon then slid two of its claws into Gregor's eyeballs about an inch, before moving onto its next victim.
The next man wasn't so lucky, if what happened to Gregor could be labeled as such. The demon smashed its hands on either side of the man's skull, crushing it to half its normal size. It carried on with its sickening slaughter of Gareth's captors, tearing off limbs, opening chest cavities, and pulling spinal cords from out their backs. Gareth couldn't watch, but neither could he look away. A moment later, time resumed and blood erupted all over the cave walls. Bodies and body parts collapsed to the floor with gruesome splatters, sickening wet sounds echoing throughout the cave. Gregor's gurgling screams lasted a few seconds before he lay still at Gareth's feet, his innards sliding onto the floor through the many openings across his torso. Gareth's legs gave out and he collapsed, landing in them, and he vomited aggressively as he slid around trying to get back up.
"Worth it." The demon chuckled.
I focus pretty heavily on plot and character development. The whole sword and sorcery thing is kinda my jam, but I can be flexible. Would love to join some of your guys RP's if you think I'd be a good fit :)
Here's a writing sample of mine:
The large man that he'd tried to shoot stepped forward, unrolling a sheet of leather, various tools assorted upon it. Gareth strained his eyes trying to see what Gregor was doing with them, but his position didn't grant a very good view. When Gregor returned he held what looked like pliers, and a jagged knife. His smile betrayed his lack of civility . . . he wasn't like the others, and it was blatantly evident. "You can pray to your dead gods now," Gregor taunted him, "like all the others." The man laughed and brought the knife down to his chest. He tore his shirt open and began carving into his chest. Gareth screamed, and Gregor grinned. "This one doesn't seem to waste his breath!" Gregor said to the others. "Your gods . . ."
Gregor's words faded from Gareth's ears as the pain dominated his mind. Gregor's face came in and out of focus as Gareth's vision was intermittently blinded by the sharp pain rushing up his chest, but he heard the word "gods" between his cries and as his rage and his fear bubbled to the surface of his being, and the cave suddenly vanished. He saw an infinite void, dark and inviting. He felt compelled to reach out with his mind, and felt he was not alone. Then the pain in his chest brought the cave back into view as he cried out. Even though he was looking into Gregor's eyes he saw the vast pit of darkness in his mind, the presence extending itself.
". . . are weak!" Gregor laughed.
"Damn the gods!" Gareth roared back, tears falling from his face onto the table he lied upon.
Stars showered down upon the void and black ribbons unraveled before him, twisting and winding downward in a vortex, a road that offered him an escape. The presence seemed to awaken and grow with his cry damning the gods, and then he heard it while simultaneously feeling the knife slicing him open. Good . . . now invite me . . . ask me to help you. Gareth cried as Gregor carved his flesh.
"Tell me which village you hail from boy," Gregor said at long last, "and I'll stop . . . maybe." He laughed.
"Help!" Gareth cried. Gregor laughed at the absurdity of the request.
"Nobody can hear you…nobody is coming to save you!"
Gareth sent his mind down the black ribbon road. "Help me dammit!" He screamed in desperation, his cries and groans fading as Gregor mocked him and pressed the knife further into his chest. The moon shined brightly above him suddenly, and the raining stars glistened in the moonlight washed over the black twisty path spiraling into the darkness, and the road glowed silver . . . then it was gone and all the pain stopped abruptly. Was he dead? He no longer felt cold, or the cold steel of the knife against his skin. He didn't hear Gregor breathing, laughing, or speaking. The world had gone mute, just as his senses had. Then a silver swirl spiraled into view before melting away. In its place stood a creature unlike anything Gareth had ever seen. Its eyes were red, and its skin was as black as the infinite void he'd seen with his mind's eye. Horns rose from its scalp in various directions, jagged and twisted. It appeared humanoid, but animal-like in many ways. In some ways it reminded him of a werewolf, what he'd heard of them anyway as he'd luckily never encountered one before, except it had less hair and its face wasn't so wolf-like. Its clawed hands looked deadlier than any weapon he'd ever seen, and when he finally met its eyes he saw its lips curl into a smile.
"What are you?"
The otherworldly entity cackled, an awfully raspy and guttural sound that assaulted Gareth's senses. "I am many things, but your little mind would hardly make sense of it. Let's just say I share your contempt for the so-called gods your people love so much."
"Are you a demon?" He asked, remembering the stories of fallen deities, divine relatives of Zion, Eudora and the others . . . corrupted gods whose names have been long since forgotten.
"If that explanation pleases your insufferable curiosity, sure."
"Why help me?" Gareth asked.
"Ahh, now there's a question that makes sense. Why indeed?" It said coyly.
"You want something . . ."
"You aren't as dumb as you make yourself out to be." It replied, its smile growing into a grin. "Here's the thing . . ." It said as it put an arm around Gregor, who until then seemed far away from him, but now stood there frozen in time, holding the knife to his chest. "I'll save you from this unfortunate predicament you find yourself in . . . Hells, I'll even accompany you on your noble quest to rescue the damsel in distress. I'll protect you from any harm all throughout the endeavor, and see to it that you reach her safely, but then you belong to me."
Gareth dropped his head to the table. "What worth am I to you?" He asked after a moment of silent contemplation, lifting his head once more.
"Not you per se," it said, "I'm more interested in the essence you carry around in that vessel of yours . . . I believe your kind refers to it as a soul. What do you say?" It said as it leaned toward the boy, a sparkle in its red eyes.
"What do you want with my soul?" Gareth asked alarmingly.
The demon grew irritated, its red eyes narrowing dangerously as it withdrew its arm from around Gregor and leaned over the foolish helpless boy. "Enough with your intolerable questions boy!" Black flames erupted from its flesh and its eyes widened horrifically, a promise of agony within. "They are tiresome, and . . ." The demon waved its arms around, gesturing to his captors and predicament. "You don't have many choices here."
". . . but my soul . . ." Gareth breathed. "Let me—"
"Never mind then." It interrupted, snapping its fingers and vanishing.
Time continued as if nothing had just transpired, and all the pain . . . the excruciating pain hit him like a ton of bricks all at once, the knife carving his flesh. Gregor paid no heed to his deafening screams and wailing as it came rushing back. "Okay!" He screamed, but nothing happened. Gregor looked at him curiously for a moment, easing on the knife, but only for a moment before he went back to his torturous deed. "Okay! I said okay!"
The demon appeared beside him as Gregor continued. He put the knife aside and brought forth the pliers, opening and closing them in Gareth's face, then brought them to his fingertips. "Say we have a deal." The demon said. Gregor began pulling his fingernail out ever so slowly. Gareth didn't think anything could hurt more than the knife carving into his chest, but he was so wrong. He began howling in agony.
"It's . . . a . . . deal!" He cried with every syllable.
Everything stopped. The pain in his finger and his chest, the overwhelming agony coursing through his body, the sound of the world, and the cool air brushing up against his skin. Time itself stopped once more, and the demon slashed the chains, freeing Gareth from his bindings. Red eyes watched him as he sat up and brought his arms down, holding them as if they'd stretch away from his body at any moment. He felt for the wounds upon his chest but they were no more, only scars remained in their place.
Gareth watched as the demon walked around Gregor, still standing at his side, pliers in hand, and traced his claws across the man's body. The man's skin peeled open all over, blood visible but remaining beneath Gregor's skin. It sliced the man's hand clean off and it remained attached as it continued gripping the pliers. The demon then slid two of its claws into Gregor's eyeballs about an inch, before moving onto its next victim.
The next man wasn't so lucky, if what happened to Gregor could be labeled as such. The demon smashed its hands on either side of the man's skull, crushing it to half its normal size. It carried on with its sickening slaughter of Gareth's captors, tearing off limbs, opening chest cavities, and pulling spinal cords from out their backs. Gareth couldn't watch, but neither could he look away. A moment later, time resumed and blood erupted all over the cave walls. Bodies and body parts collapsed to the floor with gruesome splatters, sickening wet sounds echoing throughout the cave. Gregor's gurgling screams lasted a few seconds before he lay still at Gareth's feet, his innards sliding onto the floor through the many openings across his torso. Gareth's legs gave out and he collapsed, landing in them, and he vomited aggressively as he slid around trying to get back up.
"Worth it." The demon chuckled.
