Hi, I'm Berklie!
I started roleplaying on NeoPets when their roleplaying boards were an active and thriving metropolis. My first roleplay was a Wolf RP and my character was an injured red wolf named Freya. That was 17 years ago.
I haven't done any significant creative writing for years, but I used to love it so much that I wanted to be an author. It was my dream as a kid for a long time. Eventually, my parents convinced me that I needed to pursue a "real career". I fell out of love with writing, but I still remember what it felt like. I would sneak downstairs and stay up all night just to portray a character with a group of strangers on the Internet and come up with the best story we could together.
I'm hoping to recapture that feeling.
I am so happy to be here with you all. Thank you. <3
Here's a RANDOM idea I had, maybe you feel inspired to run with it:
There was only a little bit of magic left in her blood.
There's something to be said about the purity of blood when it came to witches. Too many of them had settled because they were worried about wasting their youth waiting for their One when there was never a guarantee. She always thought the saddest tragedy happened to those who waited too long. Their One would come into their lives totally enraptured, but they were too old and withered to believe that the love was real. Tragic. Not that she really had to worry about it, not with the weakness of her blood. Barely a shimmer of magic left, her grandmother always tutted under her breath when she thought she wasn't listening. She had exceptionally good hearing but she learned early to keep it a secret. Otherwise, people would go out of their way to hide things from her, and she was always curious when that happened.
I started roleplaying on NeoPets when their roleplaying boards were an active and thriving metropolis. My first roleplay was a Wolf RP and my character was an injured red wolf named Freya. That was 17 years ago.
I haven't done any significant creative writing for years, but I used to love it so much that I wanted to be an author. It was my dream as a kid for a long time. Eventually, my parents convinced me that I needed to pursue a "real career". I fell out of love with writing, but I still remember what it felt like. I would sneak downstairs and stay up all night just to portray a character with a group of strangers on the Internet and come up with the best story we could together.
I'm hoping to recapture that feeling.
I am so happy to be here with you all. Thank you. <3
Here's a RANDOM idea I had, maybe you feel inspired to run with it:
There was only a little bit of magic left in her blood.
There's something to be said about the purity of blood when it came to witches. Too many of them had settled because they were worried about wasting their youth waiting for their One when there was never a guarantee. She always thought the saddest tragedy happened to those who waited too long. Their One would come into their lives totally enraptured, but they were too old and withered to believe that the love was real. Tragic. Not that she really had to worry about it, not with the weakness of her blood. Barely a shimmer of magic left, her grandmother always tutted under her breath when she thought she wasn't listening. She had exceptionally good hearing but she learned early to keep it a secret. Otherwise, people would go out of their way to hide things from her, and she was always curious when that happened.
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