First RP Posts/When I Was New At This

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

As part of exploring the first ever RP site a wrote on... I went through my old posts. At first it was painful, and then it was funny, and then I couldn't stop thinking about how much better I've gotten over the years.

First ever RP post:

Keiko walked quietly threw the woods, ears straining trying to detect any signs of life. Unable to find any, Keiko continues walking wondering where she is.

Wow.
Second ever RP post (I went through a... phase):

Kuresaki twiddled her thumbs in boredom and sighed. Being so bored, she decided to walk around the train randomly, and happened to find Skyler, Rose, and Justin's compartment. "Yo! What up peoples of the world? Ok, randomness over. My names Kuresaki, I'm bored, may I join you?" she said in her normal weird way, her bright red hair standing out.

That's a name?...
Yikes! Things certainly have changed, haven't they?
Here's one of my more recent posts:

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Smoke could be moved. Not by pushing it with your hands, no, of course not, but by other means. USE THE AIR! Screamed the woman's consciousness. Ah, so it had returned. The mental equivalent of her poisoned veins, coming to tear into her, to try and force her into a rage. For once it gave good advice. If the woman could use a force push, she might be able to use the breeze to scatter the smoke... DO IT... NOW! She was, perhaps, a split second to late. Right as her left hand raised to unleash a blast of energy she found herself being thrown back, hard. FETH! YOU LITTLE WEASLE! Damn it... Her own retaliation was shot off course, no longer likely to hit the smoke or her attacker. At most it would send a bit of rubble 'flying'.

In the meantime she went down, down, down...
How high was the building again?
Maybe she should have checked before climbing it...
Yeah, that would have been good.
There were only a few seconds for her to try not to die upon impact. What could she do in that time? Well, if she spent the time thinking about it, she would hit the ground before finding even a moderately decent solution. So, of course, the woman let her instincts kick in. Hard. GATHER THE FO- I KNOW, GRAMPS! The woman drew as much of the force to herself as she could in those moments, she brought her limbs close to herself, trying to will herself to 'be a feather falling'. No, a leaf. Be the leaf, Nyx! I am weightless, empty, just air, floating, down, down, softly, gently... She was going to hit the ground she was going to hit the ground and die she was heading for the concrete she was going to hit the- chite. She was going to hit a tree.

CRUNCH.

First came the initial impact, the sound of her body bouncing against a busy branch, leaves rustling as she did. Then the second fall came. Trying to hold her weight left the wood groaning harder than her aching bones. And then it collapsed! Much like she thought lungs would! Drapeam Nyx slipped the last four feet to the ground like a majestic frakking rock. Blood dripped from her forehead, the burns on her neck screamed out, and she had to bite down on her tongue to prevent herself from yelping. It hurt! By the Gods, it hurt. How could she have let this happen?... Why hadn't the others come yet? Were they trembling in fear, to afraid to com help their brethren? Were they content with letting one of their own die a shaky death all alone?!?

How dare they leave a sister behind! Why would they- stop. Don't blame them. Keep... Moving... Darling, you're going to have to give up at some point. I know. Doesn't mean it'll be anytime soon. With a huff of a breath the woman got onto her hands and knees with practiced ease, getting up like she had when her father first hit her, like she had when her step-mother hadn't bound her tight enough, like she had when the first Sith ever struck her for not doing exactly what he said. The Zorren started with a crawl, moving along the ground, blinking the dirt out of her eyes. Today will not be the day I die. Her thoughts were rushed and cruel but they kept her going. Nyx tried to focus on the light, even as she moved towards the darkness that was the crumbling building. Every movement was forced. Hard. Rough. But the bacta within her suit had started to seep to her skin in the worse of spots.

Oh, it burned, but it was helping pull her back together.

Things were starting to go back to normal. But, then again, they weren't. Her body was feeling a bit better than it had ten seconds before. That was it. That was all. Gotta keep moving, she thought, pushing her emotions as far aside as she could manage. Doing so became a lot harder when her arms refused to hold her weight. Groaning angrily she 'gave up'. Just a moment passed before she tried to get away again, this time rolling on her side, heading towards the building. Here we go. Slowly she used the exposed entrance... (this section had apparently been abandoned some time ago. It was in disarray with unclean cuts taken out of the stone. The sight was oddly beautiful, especially since nature had started to reclaim it. Spots of sunlight peaked through the gaps, single rays hitting the otherwise dark complex. It wasn't clear how much of this section was empty. Perhaps farther in it was better?...) slowly she used the wall to pull herself to her feet.

Holding in a cough she entered, feeling quite at home in the shadows. This was her kind of environment. Here... maybe she had a chance of getting by. Or maybe she was going to fall. Again. Just, well, not literally this time. Somewhere... there has to be... a place to hide. Nyx rounded a rubble-filled corner, finding herself adjusting to the darkness easily. This was Stone's home. STONE. LYDIA STONE, MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER. SECOND FRIEND. FIRST TO DEFY THE LIES WRITTEN BY OLD MEN HANDED TO CHILDREN. WHO. CAME. NEXT?... CORVUS.

And she screamed in her head. She let the force reach out like a thousand outstretched arms, she let them spread out like tendrils, trying to grab, trying to nudge anything familiar. And it was hard. It was hard because there were so many strangers she had to try to avoid. She knew that the more she stretched the easier it would be for the woman, the Sith, to find her, but OH GOD, OH GLORY BE she had to try. CORVUS. CORVUS. CORVUS RAAF. THE SITH. ARE KILLING. US ALL. OH CORVUS, THEY ARE BREAKING OUR BONES, PRESSING US AGAINST STONE, RIDDING US OF OUR HEARTS, I- THEY NEED HELP.

Pointless. It felt pointless. This attempt at getting help. But there were more presences that felt vaguely like ones she had pressed up against on Temple-wide walks, soul-song-voices she could hear speaking in hallways, leading her to this room or the next. People from Ossus. OTHERS. KIN. MY KIN.

She tried. She tried to latch onto them, to Corvus Raaf, to the unnamed Kana Truden, to the souls of those near them. HELP, she cried, THE SOLDIERS ARE DYING. THEY CANNOT WAIT. PLEASE. And she felt her body shudder under the weight of trying. Nyx stumbled, she kept moving, pulling back into herself, trying to disappear. The woman's signature, her will in the force, was darkening. Nyx tried to shrink herself. Tried to make herself seem like no more than a small Imperial soldier scoping out the area.

That's what she was, right? Just like old times... she simply followed a different flag now.

Big difference, eh?
Bonus: Last RP post I made on that site:

This was it. My last time leaving this house. There was no way in h**l I'd ever come back here.

Not as long as Harriet lived in there.

No... Even if she moved, I wouldn't come back. The memories would haunt me. Well, they will no matter what. But I wouldn't be able to stand living somewhere where it all happened.

D**n it, must keep focused.

Don't let her see you. She's sleeping, alone in the master bedroom. Only way to wake her up is if you slam the door or take the car. Okay, so I would have to walk.

That would be acceptable.

Just keep walking...

"Okay... I'm past the property... All that's left is to... Oh s**t... Where do I go now?" I muttered, stopping a few yards from my neighbor's house.

There was no where for me to stay. No where for me to go.

How the h**l was this going to work?

Without someone else, I'd be back at the orphanage- or dead- within a week...

Not good.

But just keep walking Rain... Just keep walking.

There has to be something, somewhere.

I hate to admit it, but...

Maybe even someone...

DOUBLE BONUS: The original version of Ven'Rain Sekairo (it's so gross pretend this doesn't exist):
Warnings: 15 (if I remember correctly) pages long, mentions of assault, death, self harm, and other stuff. The worst portions are crossed out.
Images were removed from the bio due to a coding error. Oops.

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{Val'Rain || Maria || Stormbringer }
"You wander until you find a home. But some of us, some of us never find that home. Don't give up hope if you're like me. Not all that wander are lost."
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Just the Basics


Nickname: "Rain. Only a few lucky souls get to call me Val'Rain, and you ain't one of them."

Age: "Seven-freaking-teen. Or if you didn't catch that, 17."

Gender: "I have boobs. Is that not obvious enough?"

Hometown: "Coldwater Creek, Washington state. It was a small town, but it's... nice."

Current City/Location: "Greenview, also in Washington. Bit bigger then Coldwater, but not by much."

Talents and/or Hobbies: "I love art in general. Writing is my passion though. Besides that I do a lot of drawing and music. I've been playing piano since the orphanage got one... So about ten years now. Never took any real lessons, but some of the other kids helped me out..."

Accent: "A light British accent. Oh, and on the occasion the Russian I picked up in my last home will peek through. Odd combination, I know."

Pets: "Used to have a pet husky. But that was four homes ago... Her name was rusty. And d**n, she was adorable. Even I have to admit that."

Sexual Orientation: "Bisexual and freaking proud of it."

[SIZE=18pt]Digging a Little Deeper...[/SIZE]


Appearance: One could say that Val'Rain is your typical 'goth' teenager. Thin, tall, wears lots of makeup, and has a nearly all black wardrobe. But there is much more to Rain then that, much more indeed. So let us find somewhere to start...

Head/Face: What is probably the most striking attribute that makes up Rain's appearance is her eyes. A striking light blue, that seems to peer into your soul- and tear it apart. Commonly surrounded by dark eyeliner, they are brought out even more. Whether Rain is happy or sad, her eyes lead the way, showing what her silence does not.

Another easily noticed feature is that Rain has several facial piercings. These include: Her left nostril, the right side of her lower lip, her right eyebrow, and each ear is pierced three times. In the future she plans on getting a tongue piercing as well.

Besides these there really isn't anything to special about Rain's head. She has a slim cranium, and sharp, defined features. Typical for a Storm (Rain's real last name).

Hair: Oh, here comes the fun part. Val'Rain is known for her iconic hairstyles, lately being a Mohawk. Though her hair is a natural light brown, it's been dyed black for the past five years. Most days Rain sculpts it up into a Mohawk, but sometimes she'll let it hand loose or tie it up. When it is in its usual style, two strips of hair (one on either side, almost like side-burns) will be hang down in front of her ears.

Body Structure: One of the first things anyone would notice about Val'Rain is her height. After all, she is six feet and two inches tall! Combined with her thin, but still semi-muscular, structure, she sure is a sight!

Having been anorexic most of her life, Rain isn't very heavy. And boy, she looks like a walking stick! In fact, she's only a hundred fifty four (154) pounds! Compared to the rest of her family, who all have thick, large bones, she weighs virtually nothing.

Tattoos: Yup, Rain needs a whole section for tattoos! Despite being only seventeen, she has a fair amount of ink. Located on her left wrist, in fancy script, is the word "Survivor." Most notably, though the one least seen, is on her back. Located there is a large tattoo of a dragon, towards the right side. Also on her left arm is a abstract tribal tattoo. Rain's most seen tattoo is on her right hand, along the knuckles. It simply reads: Game Over. It's usually what people see before she punches them in the face.
Tribal Tat:
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Dragon Tat:
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Clothing Choices: Well, this will be short. Rain typically wears mostly to all black, and only wears what could be described as punk, goth, or emo. Usually this will include: Converse or Vans for shoes, black skinny jeans (often with chains or useless zippers), a band t-shirt or one with a phrase, a leather or other tight-fitting jacket, and lots of bracelets and necklaces.

Other: Usually her arms and legs are fully covered. But on days they aren't one can see the scars and bruises that line them... Don't get things mixed up though, Rain doesn't self-harm. The many marks on her body are from previous foster parents, and a few from her current.

Personality: Val'Rain isn't social. In fact, she does her best to avoid people as much as she can. Because, well, she hates them. Literally. Hates people in general. In her whole lifetime there have only been a few people to get close enough to her for her not to hate them.

But those people that do get close? Rain will never let them go. She'll protect them, care for them, and if anyone tries to hurt them, she'll beat the s**t out of them.

However, if someone gets close to her, then betrays her... well, they better be prepared to go through h**l. Rain will never forgive them. Never forget it, and never let them forget either.

When she has to be sociable, in order to get good grades or not get in trouble, she usually tries to take charge, not trusting others. She's a bright kid, intelligent and thoughtful. If you get close enough to her, she might even let you read her poetry.

But more likely she'll smash the journal in your face.

Hidden behind her seemingly invincible walls is a shy, scared, and sensitive girl. Rain's downright horrible childhood forced her to put up a facade. In all reality, she's depressed, and wants nothing more than to be accepted and cared about. Believing that it will never happen, she simply acts like nothing bothers her, and pushes away any who try to get close to her.

Also, due to her many disorders (which are listed further below), she can seem insane at times. Going from one attitude to another in a moment, or doing extremely illogical things. This can make her very dangerous, adding to her already undeniable temperament. Watch out! She's a pyromaniac, p**s her off and she'll have even more reasons to light your stuff on fire.



History: Wait, you sure you want to know? Well alright... gather round, gather round. But you might want to grab some snacks first. This could take a long time... In fact, if you wrote down everything that has ever happened to her other than minor details (such as what she ate for breakfast, or each time she used the ladies' room), you could make a whole book series out of her. No one would read it though. Most people don't like unfinished stories that halt at sad parts.

Oh, I'm rambling again... Let us begin:

Val'Rain doesn't know it. Nor will she ever, but her parents weren't the horrible beings she thinks they were. Her father was a greatly-liked doctor, who worked with helping kids who had cancer. Three months before Rain was born, he unfortunately died of the disease he worked so hard to stop. Jessica, Rain's mother, was left in a deep depression. She had previously worked part-time at a tattoo parlor, but took time off for the baby.

With her husband gone, she was living off their retirement money. But she tried her best, wanting her daughter to have a good life.

No one was there when she went into labor. So she ended up hailing a cab, who started to rush her to the hospital. Neither Jess or her unborn child would reach the hospital that night. At least not alive. The birth happened while the cab was moving. A man named Steve had been driving that cab at the time. He, having no medical experience, didn't know what to do.

Until Jess screamed for him to pull over.

Steve complied, parking in a little lot south of a sandwich shop. He got out, and walked to the passenger side door. He got into the back and tried to help Jess, tried to save her. But it was futile. There had been some complication with the birth.

"Please... get her somewhere safe... Her name is Val'Rain... Maria... Stormbringer..." Those were her last words. Shocked and stunned, Steve didn't know what else to do. He took Jess to the hospital, saying she had a miscarriage then tried to get to the hospital. Val'Rain had been wrapped up and cleaned off with the emergency supplies Steve kept in his van. It's amazing that Rain made it out alive.

Later he took Rain to an orphanage by his home. She was placed in a basket, a pink blanket wrapped around her, with a note tucked in with it. "Her name is Val'Rain Marie Stormbringer. Please take care of her. Neither of her parents can, not anymore... I'm sorry- A sad stranger."

No one wanted to tell Rain the truth. That her parents were dead. That she had been left at the doorstep by a stranger even her parents hadn't known.

So they lied to her. Told her that her mother had brought her in. Said that times were tough, and that Sara (their made-up name for Rain's mother) couldn't take care of her anymore. They tried their best to make sure Rain took the news gently. Tried to make sure she still thought she was a normal, good, lovable kid. Instead, the opposite happened.

But how could they tell her what really happened?

Rain grew up under a shelter of lies. In time her constant questions were getting harder and harder to answer. The orphanage had only one option: Put her into foster care.

Eight-year-old Rain:


At age eight she was put in her first home. It was everything a girl could want. Nice parents, a good-sized house, and a loving older sister. But things wouldn't stay perfect. Not at all. No one is quite sure exactly what happened. Most say that the husband got into a car accident and didn't make it out alive. Then the wife was to full of grief, and killed herself. The sister, left parent-less, was shocked and depressed. But she had aunts to go live with.

Val'Rain was sent back to the orphanage, having lost the only real family she had known.

Three years past with nothing to exciting. She was sent from home to home, never finding a family that didn't collapse from tragedy or take her back. This really damaged her self-esteem, feeling like the people she met sent her back not because of their own issues, but because of her. Her personality, her looks, her likes and dislikes. Rain thought that she was a horrible person.

So, at age eleven, she started acting like one. Now it only took weeks or days instead of months for families to return her. They couldn't stand the girl's rebellion, her swearing, and the dark thoughts she expressed.

Concerned for her, the orphanage had her tested. Repeatedly.

Turns out, she suffered from quite a lot of trauma. By the time she was fourteen, she was diagnosed with over a dozen serious disorders/conditions. These included: Schizophrenia, Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Anorexia Nervosa, Attention Deficit Disorder, Insomnia, Anxiety, and more.

Which only made things harder for her.

Fifteen-year-old Rain:


At age sixteen she was transferred to her current home. It was a huge change. The family was just as good as her first home. Two kind, loving parents, a medium sized house, and a eighteen-year-old sister who would visit every once in a while.

But as always, things weren't quite what they seemed.

Harriet, the woman of the house, didn't get enough attention from John, her husband. So she started to treat Rain like a lover of sorts. John was often away on business trips, and he normally worked long hours. Most days it was just Rain and Harriet.

Things went fine for almost a year. However, Harriet couldn't stand John not paying attention to her. Taking Rain into the master bedroom, pretending she needed her help, Harriet r*ped the younger girl. Too scared to say anything, Val'Rain kept the event quiet. Unfortunately, her assaulter did not. In fact, Harriet bragged about it to John.

Two weeks later they were getting a divorce.

John didn't qualify to keep Rain, and as the orphanage didn't know about Harriet's actions, she won custody. Later it would come to the surface that Harriet wasn't finished with Rain. She repeated her previous behavior several more times.

To date, with Rain now being 17, it has happened approximately ten times.

The result of this? Though Rain has not started cutting, she did try to kill herself twice.

But that would never be spoken of. None of her past would be revealed to anyone. For she had her secrets, as everyone does...

And Val'Rain is not one to share secrets.



What If...: What if a random person came up to you and demanded your money? "I would kick them in the balls if it was a guy. If it was a girl, I'd slap her. Then, regardless of the gender, I would yell at them and threaten to light them on fire if they didn't leave me alone."
If you were at a party, what would you do? "I don't go to parties. But if I went to one for some random reason, I'd probably get drunk and light stuff on fire."
If someone gave you a million dollars, what would you do with it? "I'd buy myself a house so I could get away from Harriet. Then I'd donate at least a hundred thousand to the orphanage so they can fix things up. I don't know what I would do with the rest. Maybe use it to buy stuff to light on fire..."
What if your best friend betrayed you? "They wouldn't. I don't have friends, and I certainly don't have best friends."
What if you fell in love? "I-I... I don't know how to answer that one... I guess I would protect them with my life, and do whatever I could to make sure they were happy..."

Family: "I never knew my parents. They dropped me off at the orphanage when I was less than a day old. Pretty freaked up if you ask me. I've been through dozens of foster homes, met dozens of families. But none of them have ended up like a real family to me. Right now I live with a girl named Harriet. I wish I didn't."

Religious Beliefs: "I'm atheist. Used to believe in God. Went to church with the other kids every Sunday. But after some of the homes I've been in... Well, if there is a God, he doesn't love everyone. Or else he would have helped those people... Wouldn't he?"

Theme Songs: Faking It- R.A.N.


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[SIZE=12pt]The Long Road- R.A.N.[/SIZE]


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OOC Note: Both of these songs are on an unpublished album by a friend's music group that I help out with. DO NOT STEAL THESE LYRICS. If I catch anyone using them without my permission, they will get in trouble. I have all these saved in their original documents, and the proof that they were first published on this account. PLEASE ASK MY PERMISSION IF YOU WANT TO USE THESE.

Disorders/Conditions; The Full List:
Schizophrenia
Mild kleptomania (Extreme urge to steal things) {Cured for the most part}
Misophonia (Fear/hatred of sounds)
Major Depressive Disorder
Bipolar Disorder
Borderline Personality Disorder {Full description here}
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Nightmare Disorder/Dream Anxiety Disorder (Nightmares every night, often repetitive)
Pain Disorder (Full description here)
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Mild Pyromania (Purposefully sets fires, loves to watch things burn, etc.)
Insomnia
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Anorexia Nervousa
And Attention Deficit Disorder

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Favorite Songs: "In the End by Black Veil Brides, Suicide Season by Bring Me the Horizon, Immortal by Evanesence, Bring Me to Life by Evanesence, Perfect by Pink, Try by Pink, and well... the list goes on... and on... and on."

Favorite Quotes: "You can never cross the ocean if you don't find the courage to lose sight of the shore."
"I am weak and I am small, but my soul is strong. Try your best, I shall not fall. My memories will carry me on."
"You can't spell slaughter without laughter."
"Even a broken heart can be fixed. All you need is some duct tape, some sweat, and the right person."

Favorite Insult: Either: "You bloody dunderhead."
Or: "You incompetent imbecile incapable of comprehending anything an individual with actual measurable intelligence could manage to muster up in a moment."

Precious Belongings: "Don't tell anyone, but... I still have the blanket the orphanage found me wrapped in. Though I hate my parents for leaving me, I still want something to remember them by... I also have a writing journal that I love. Touch it without my permission and you die. Note: If I slap you with it, that means that for that moment, you had permission."

Phobias: "Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched. Atychiphobia- Fear of failure. Claustrophobia- Fear of confined spaces. That's about it."



Habits: "Biting my lip, twiddling my thumbs, lighting things on fire, writing on my hands, and tapping things to make random musical pattern things."

Allergies: "The sun. People. Obviously I'm joking, but I might as well not be."

Favorite Food "Oreo birthday cake ice cream. That stuff is the best."

[SIZE=18pt]But What Does She Do? {OOC: Information}[/SIZE]


Genre of RP She Belongs In: Usually realistic human roleplays. But sometimes I'll throw her in a fantasy one. For example: One time I made her an elf. Yup, a dark elf. I also plan on making a vampire character based off her.

Character's Personal Fancypost: Thanks to Dream's Fancypost Shop for this great work of art! Click on the shop's name if you want to get there.. Seriously, thanks Dream



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[SIZE=12pt]Roleplay Sample Using this Character:
~"Footsteps echoed throughout the compound. Heeled shoes clanked against the concrete floor with each step. In my mind, it sounded like the calls of a devil. Simply repeating the phrase "Welcome to h**l." With this thought I scoffed, knowing the orphanage better than most kids.

After all, I was dumped here at age one day.

But that was a story for another time... Or no time at all.

"Val'Rain, there's someone here to see you..." A soft voice called out, opening the door to my room. Well, it wasn't my room. It was the padded room, for when the troubled kids starting acting up again.

I spent most nights locked up in here.

"And try to behave this time, okay dear? No more setting fires or pickpocketing them, okay?" Ms. Juniper continued. She had been working here the longest, and had become my... guardian of sorts. Any time I left the orphanage to go into a foster home, she would be the one to coordinate everything.

Most people would be grateful for that. Not me. Most of the homes I've been in have been total bulls**t compared to the promises she made. Two families ago I was nearly shot by the husband. And though I didn't leave with any bullet holes, I left with a whole bunch of bruises.

And my first house? Back when I was eight?

The husband died in a car crash, the wife committed suicide, and I was separated from the daughter who had become my only friend.

That was nine years ago though...

"Val'Rain? It's time to go honey..."

With a sigh I stood up, ready to meet my new foster parents..."~[/SIZE]
Note: This is the day she met her current guardians, Harriet and John.

What about you guys? Any of you still have your first RP posts somewhere? Any original versions of your most popular characters? What about funny stories from your first years RPing?

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Four years ago apparently, I came to the game late I think I might have been on like... a yahoo forum rp or something like that a bajillion years ago briefly, but I'm quite sure that doesn't exist anymore.

Lirit shouldered her pack more squarely as she entered the Great Hall. At least, she assumed it was the Great Hall, it was the first she came to, it was a hall, and it was great. Assumptions could fairly safely be made even if what little information she had managed to find out about the Jedi had been questionable at best. The temple was actually here, that was a start. From outside she could hear the roar of the ship that had dropped her departing, they certainly wasted no time, but then, it had been a merchant ship she'd haggled her way onto, not some pleasure cruiser.

The Ryn swished her tail in a thoughtful, and if one knew alot about Ryn, somewhat uncomfortable fashion. This was not her territory. She did not know anyone here. She had not bothered to make return plans should she fail. As a member of a constantly wandering species, and a musician at that, Lirit was used to not knowing people and being in strange places. Usually however, people wanted her there, wanted to hear her or were at worst ambivalent. She never needed them. She needed the Jedi.

She waited seemingly patiently, still save for the tail. There was no sign telling her where to go, no convenient map. These were the Jedi after all, perhaps they were already here, or had seers who's sole duty was to let them know when people would show up on their doorstep, although Lirit suspected those would be awfully busy seers.

In respect for those who were surely gifted with empathy in this building, she tried to keep her thoughts light. Not to dwell on the fact that her beginning-to-fray pack held a few changes of clothes and nothing more, that all money and belongings had long since been traded away in the effort to get here. Instead she found herself considering how it felt to be groundside once more. Other than a few times to change ships, the last few years of Lirits life had been spent on ships or stations. The gravity was slightly different than she was used to, just barely enough to be noticeable. The smell and taste of the air were very different. More alive, not run through sterilizers a thousand times already before reaching her lungs.

The seemingly endless, in comparison to station-bound in any case, horizon had been rather disconcerting. Beautiful, but slightly worrying. Still, even if everything went to pieces, and least it would make interesting song fodder.

Not a hugely lot of difference. Most of my early embarrassingly bad writing was done on actual paper with a writing utensil, because I'm old ;p

And [member="Drapeam Nyx"] I vaguely recall at one time.. 6th grade maybe? Having a character I was so proud of named like.. Ryu Hino Rei Kou Yaten Yugen or something. I've probably spelled it wrong, as I recall it translated directly into something I thought was epic at the time... Apparently it's a thing. It's not just you >.>

 

[Keira Priest]

I can't find my first ever RP post, and I'm not exactly sure where I first started out, but I have my first post on this site:

Keira wasn't sure what she was doing piloting a ship she'd "borrowed" from the hangar of whichever planet she'd ended up on. Nor was she exactly certain how she'd ended up skirting around what appeared to be a skirmish between one cruiser and a large fleet of pirates. But she was there regardless, and now wasn't the time for idle thoughts. Not nearly skilled enough to engage the thugs in the air, she made her way relatively unscathed through the fray, landing somewhat haphazardly in the open hangar of the cruiser. Normally she wouldn't be one to land in an unidentified ship without some prior knowledge, but she'd sensed a light presence aboard, and something inside of her knew the man was a Jedi, or as close as one could get without belonging to the Order.
A rogue and an exile of the Jedi herself, the Padawan wasn't expecting too warm of a welcome, but she hoped this one wouldn't be as quick to kill her as the pirates would have. If not, well...she had her lightsaber, and the skill enough to use it, along with the aid of the Force should things go particularly awry.
Keeping the hood of her brown robe lowered she exited her ship and began making her way out of the hangar to the bridge, where she'd last sensed the other Jedi heading to. If he was anything like her, upon feeling the foreign presence he would redirect his route to coincide with the hangar. Otherwise she'd meet him on the bridge.

Compared to one of my most recent ones:

There was really no reason for her to be on Nar Shaddaa to begin with, let alone near the remains of what once was the Sith Academy, a likely imposing building in its time. There was plenty enough work to be done on Antecedent, the capital world of the Red Ravens. But still she stood there, scrutinizing the building, still able to feel the dark side exuding from the ruins despite the edifice having long worn out its purpose. This was but a shadow of what it had been, a footnote in the long, twisting history that cumulated to become the Sith. Still, there was an archaic, intriguing beauty about it all that she couldn’t deny. It all hinted at unseen dangers lurking just beyond her sight.


Her own signature in the Force wasn’t nearly as dark or cloying, but it still emanated that faint toxicity that spoke of one aligned with the darkness, though not necessarily with the same zeal as one of the Order. It was of her own misfortune that she had fallen, but she wasn’t in any hurry to redeem herself in anyone’s eyes. This was her way of life now, etched into her countenance with the color of her eyes, once a hazel green but now tainted, smoldering amber, the only visible signs thus far of what most would have called corruption. To her it was just another change brought on by the unpredictability of life, though whether it was for better or worse remained to be seen.

After a moment she sat, cross-legged, reaching into the ether with her senses, immersing herself in what could be called peace. It was the closest she had come lately to any type of relaxation, and likely the closest she would ever get. As a member of a criminal syndicate, she wasn’t allowed to sample life’s luxuries as the inhabitants of the planet were likely doing in the cities that sprawled in the distance. Smoothing over her darker modification of the traditional Jedi wear she exhaled slowly, opening herself up to the Force and all those sensitive within the immediate area, her eyes slowly sliding shut as she, for the shortest of seconds, let her guard dissolve away into nothing.

This semblance of calm lasted only moments longer, as her senses touched on a nearby presence, one that stood out to her against the darkness that otherwise permeated her surroundings like a fog. It was light, but not so much so that she assumed them to belong to one of the peacekeeping sects at first glance. Distinct, but not necessarily in the worst of ways. Regardless, her eyes opened to regard the scene about her once more, and she couldn’t help the single word that passed through her mind. Jedi.


There isn't a terrible amount of difference between the two, but there's character development in there somewhere, [member="Drapeam Nyx"].

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Best name evar<3

[member="Keira Ticon"]
Character development is important. Look at what Ven (once called Val) started as!

 

[Keira Priest]

Reminds me of one of my old characters... *shudders* Seventh grade was an experience.

[member="Drapeam Nyx"]

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

[member="Keira Ticon"]
It's interesting, because that was... early 2013, I think. I joined here about four months later (I think).
Things... got better surprisingly quick.
That was sixth grade for me. I think.

 

[Captain Jordan]

I can't find my first posts, and I honestly don't think I want to. I started RPing when I was 13, and I know looking back that it wasn't great. While I saved a few bios from those early years, I didn't start saving posts until 2005 and not with any regularity then. I think I first started saving posts religiously in 2009 or so.

By 2005, as I read through these old posts, I was already started to become my lengthy, verbose self. I can't really say there's too much of a difference between then and now, but here's what I can find as the earliest post (from a Harry Potter RPG) I saved:

Spoiler

Thick smoke billowed from the pipe at the top of the train. The locomotive’s loud horn uttered its note once, twice, three times. Slowly the giant wheels started to turn, and the huge crossbars connecting them began to move. One side up, the other side down. Now that side up, the other side down. Over and over, again and again, picking up speed now, faster and faster until the train cars whizzed past the shops and people at dizzying speeds. A moment more and the train cleared the station altogether, leaving a trail of smoke that dispersed into the air.

On the platform, a young girl about the age of nine stood beside her suitcase, still watching the departing train. The last car finally turned around the bend, blocking it from view, and the train completely disappeared from sight from the platform. Turning her head down to her trunk, the young girl took its handle. She pulled down on it to bring the case off of its wooden pegs and onto its wheels. Then, with a grunt, the girl pulled it forward.

Dressed in partial Muggle attire, and part wizarding, the girl wore a striped green shirt with a pair of brown pants. She wore a dull brown cloak fastened at her neck, which draped around her, hiding her other clothes from sight. The hood on the cloak was down, letting her hair dance across her shoulders, and flap with each step she took.

With only the sound that the wheels of her trunk made, the girl traversed across the train platform, and headed down the creaky wooden steps. The city streets were paved with cobblestone, and filled with all sorts of wizards and witches imaginable. They moved slowly down the street, chatting amongst one another, and often stopping at storefronts to look into the window at whatever the shop had to offer. Slightly annoyed at her height, which usually brought her only to the waist of the average person, the girl did her best to weave her way through the crowds.

Not quite sure where she was going, the girl stuck to the middle of the street, glancing up at the shop names ever once in a while, trying to find a place where she could stay the night. Her trunk groaned as it landed from coming over a bump in the road, and the girl could hear a sound like metal clashing. Rolling her eyes, she realized that her bag of money must have spilt out, spewing its contents over the bottom of her suitcase. She had no time to stop and fix it, the girl had no need of the money now anyways, so she kept going.

The girl glanced up at one of the shop signs. ‘Rosery’s Inn and Tavern’ it said in large black letters carved into the wood. Shrugging her shoulders, the girl thought it a good a place as any, and headed for the door. She was just about to open it when a man came hurrying out. He uttered a bit of apologies, then continued on his way. The girl shook her head as she grasped the handle on the door, and entered the inn.

Here's one I'm particularly proud of (and received a few compliments on) from 2010. It was a response to a simple "make a post where your character reports in" for their character approval process. Well, they got what they asked for.

Spoiler

"Hey, kid."

A disembodied voice broke through her world. Not like the speaker over an announcement system, this voice sounded more like how the wind shifted newly fallen snow in whispy strings over the ground. Drifting, elusive. Yet, more than anything else, annoying.

"Kid, come on. You gotta wake up."

She frowned to herself, and nearly matched her lips to her thoughts, No, I don't. The voice continued to berate her, until she closed her eyes in frustration.

And opened them into the face of a youthful male. He appeared to be in his early adult years, for whatever that might have been for his species. His nose was ridged, much like a Bajoran, yet he lacked the iconic earring their species was notorious for wearing. On his forehead, near his temple, he sported a single ridge on either side, somewhat like a Cardassian's, running from his eyebrow up into his hairline. Moving past speculation on his species, the girl noticed a red collar on his Starfleet uniform, and the silver-grey emblem of a low-ranking enlisted crewman on that collar.

She sat up and put two fingers under her collar nearest to the officer. Tugging it forward, she glared at him, "Do you know what this pip means, Crewman?"

"I..I'm sorry, sir. I mean, ma'am."

The Cadet's eyes narrowed at the crewman, just enough to cause him to sputter again. It seemed that the man was too busy tripping over his words to act surprised at the fact that someone who appeared so young would be in Starfleet. Most at least bothered to ask or at least give a questioning glance to imply the inquiry. Tipping her head to the side as she shrugged, the girl swung her legs down to the floor, causing him to step back. "As long as its not kid again."

"Sir, I mean ma'am, I mean...We're here."

The youthful cadet, dressed in the attire of a Starfleet Security officer, in training, glanced to either side. Noting the vacant seats surrounding her, her head gave a curt nod, "That would explain why the runabout is empty. Thank you for pointing that out."

Before the crewman could launch into another round of sputtering over his mode of address, the young girl stood. Tossing her curly locks about her neck, she leashed them into a place behind her ear, finally addressing the officer one last time. "I think I can see myself out." Without another word to the crewman, she turned about, and after gathering her bags and belongings, departed the vessel. As she stepped through the airlock, a passing thought made her grin, nearly escaping into a giggle, It's a good thing he didn't realize that Cadets don't outrank enlisted.

It took only a few minutes to locate a lift, which emptied out unusually fast as it made its way from the docking ring to the Promenade, leaving the cadet standing among only a few of her colleagues. When the lift finally deposited her on the Promenade, she was alone save for a Human woman. At least she looked Human, who could ever tell without a medical scanner? The only true difference between her own DNA and that of a Human's was the presence of the LPV, the Life Prolongation Virus, the experimental genetic enhancement which had devasted her planet and left the children cursed to an existance of petrified aging. The catastrophe had given the Miran girl a healthy dose of caution when it came to adults, so she was grateful when the woman took off in another direction, leaving a large space around her. She sighed in relief for the space, and shifted her bags again to gather her momentum once more.

The starbase was crowded, appropriate for its size and strategic importance. As the only guardian of the wormhole, the only known stable wormhole in the galaxy, between the Bajoran and Idran systems in the Alpha and Gamma quadrants respectively, Deep Space Nine was a cacophony of activity. The throng of beings was so thick, at times the girl was forced to find a chair to stand on in order to get her bearings. She was surprised no one came over to tell her to get down, either the yellow-shouldered uniform was an effective cloaking device, or no one was interested in one ginger-haired head in a sea of multicolored and many shaped heads.

Finding her direction wasn't hard. As she stepped once more into the crowd, the teen couldn't help but feel anxiety rising like a knot in her throat. She had passed the entrance exams, and made it this far through training. Was it all worth it, though? Did this work, this determination mean anything in the long run? Would her mother see this, or had she turned a blind eye to her adoptive daughter for good? So many questions without answers, so many unknowns. It infuriated her, to not understand what was going on, to be left out of the joke, the crowd; especially in her own family!

In either case, it was too late now. The Miran had arrived at the Admissions Office, and sooner or later she would have to report in. Otherwise, certainly, Starfleet would send someone looking for their missing Cadet. She hadn't come all this way just to succumb to cowardice, anyway. She wasn't some grup who hid in the dumpsters and scavenged for food by night. She took a minute to find her nerve, and then approached the entrance.

"Please state your identification." The voice belonged to a brown-haired female who had appeared just moments before. A hologram. Of course, that would be more convenient for the office staff, if there were any besides this hologram, but there was a certain discomfort to dealing with an artificial facsimile of flesh and blood. Computers were one thing, it was easy to understand their mechanical embodiments. But an artificial entity, programmed to emulate Humanoid behavior and appearance, not to mention a holographic one, which didn't really exist in the first place? That was just too creepy.

Resigning herself to interacting with this projection, the Miran teenager spoke, the British inflection resounding true in her voice, "Cadet Elizabeth Conté, Starfleet Security, reporting as ordered."

My quality seems to go up and down depending on how much time (and how much genius inspiration, if I do say so myself) I have for a particular post. Some get rushed to get out, others get special attention and detailed. There is a word minimum I strive for (1000 words per post) which I sometimes compromise just to get a post out, and this happens more often when it's just a response rather than my character on their own.

 

[Dmitri Starkos]

Mine are humiliating

 

[Kei Amadis]

Yeah the posts always start off like that, but like i've always said, since the beginning, as long as you and who you are writing with have fun who cares. Style, form, being able to arc characters, write interesting plots that engage other writers, even distinguish your characters, and round them off without dipping too cliche, all of that comes much later.

It's why I cannot write a book, because as soon as I sit down to write it, the book's out of date, I would have never written the book or the characters that way the second time. Someone said to write it in reverse, which I might try as an interesting approach.

Anyway all new folk, just get stuck in, have fun.