Writing In First Person

[Jaina Motti]

I know that almost nobody does this, but would it be allowed if I wrote in first person? (ie: I picked up my blaster and ran out of my ship, ready for battle.)

 

[Armand Temi]

Of course, you can write in any style that's comfortable.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Jaina Motti"]
There are no rules anywhere on the site about how you write your posts. You can even use second person if you want to suffer a seizure.

Of course, we all have personal preferences, and whilst I don't like first person it's not like I'll avoid RPing with someone because of it.

 

[Rusty]

Second person seems like it would be extraordinarily to pull off on a technical level without playing fast and loose with RP etiquette. Would be neat to see someone pull it off though.

 

[Jaina Motti]

[member="Rusty"]

Wow, I might have to try that once Lol

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

I wrote in first person a lot as Dak Canton and John Psmith. It's perfectly acceptable and often really fun in my opinion.

The Nautolan went up like a candle, robes smoldering with chemical flames that did not require oxygen to live. A horrific shriek rippled outward from the fishhead. I don't know how to describe it. It was like the voice itself carried a power, a weight. Even on the complete opposite side of the steps from him, I could feel the energy ripple outward. It slammed into me and knocked me on my ass. I grunted and looked up blearily. Now, I enjoy a fight, see, but watching this guy burn alive? I didn't enjoy that at all. "Holy kriff," I breathed as I watched him burn, stunned for a second at what I'd done. That was no way to go. White phosphorus, pyropheric gels... I used these weapons because I had to in order to beat these guys. They wielded something I couldn't even begin to comprehend. What's a little non-force user like myself gonna do against that. But still, even if I'd been ordered to kill them, even if he would probably have killed me... nobody deserved to suffer like that. Okay, maybe some people did, but I didn't have it in me to just sit back and watch him burn. I got to one knee and trained my rifle's optics on him, then I squeezed the trigger and sent a three round burst toward the Nautolan's chest. I hoped the rounds killed him quickly and ended his suffering. Yeah, I was trying to be merciful by killing him rather than letting him burn to death. And man, did it make me sick.

 

[WolfMortum]

Yeah I've actually come across quite a bit of this over the characters I have. It's not for me personally but we have the luxury here of writing in whatever we're most comfortable with

 

[Jamie Pyne]

it's not like I'll avoid RPing with someone because of it.

That makes one of us. First person makes me cringe to no end. I try and avoid it at all costs. It ruins the immersion of the RP for me almost instantaneously. I feel bad for doing it, but once the environment is ruined the muse is dead for me.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

I like first person if I'm writing by myself. The biggest problem with it in my mind in terms of cooperative writing is that it places a certain ego into the writing that drives the feel of the thread from one person to the other, to one person and another.

So the person using that perspective almost immediately seems like the focus of the thread, even if they're only part of it.

But it's rrrreeeally great if you're pure evil, or you want someone to feel what your character is feeling:


(Warning: really dark, some words.)

Spoiler

It's been a night since we spoke, but Erica stands next to me now with the same eerie peace about her that she did then. It's frigid, by all accounts; in the square outside St. Denebriel's, we're standing in front of the entire town. I can see her father, looking proudly on as his daughter stands for all to see, clothed in the white of one of the faith's most beloved. Oh, she's thankful for the lie, but I doubt she feels any peace from it. "He has no idea," I whisper to her, and she offers me a thankful smile. "See?" I reward that beautiful glance with more kind words, "you're on the outside. I told you."

She doesn't know that I asked for them to consider her for release. She hasn't the first idea that they take my word under scrutiny. All she knows is that she can see her father, and for once, no one is violating her. I place a gentle hand on her shoulder and she closes her eyes. The smile on her face is sad.

"You don't seem happy," my lips have set in a firm frown, now.

"It was a kind gesture, Tobias," she says. Ahhhh. She knows more than I thought. "You shouldn't have said anything. They're going to punish you, now."

Punish me? What the hell does she mean by that? I glance back toward the clergy, all smiling with morbid satisfaction. Everyone has a secret, and I'm on the outside. Still, I turn back to Erica and speak quietly. "Erica," I whisper urgently, "tell me what's going on."

"Tobias," she whispers, "it's not your fault."

"Erica, please. Tell me-"

"You can't stop it," she says. The sorrow in her voice has become a well of emptiness. It sickens me. One of their most faithful children, who fought against their wicked ways and retained her sanity, now sounded so hollow. "Please," she tells me, "tell me something."

"Anything." It's a more honest "anything" than ever I've given a woman. I find myself on the cusp of rage, teetering there with carefully maintained stoicism. She's still beautiful to me, her gentle eyes and soft lips have never shown me contempt. They never will.

"Did you love me?"

"I..." my teeth clench my bottom lip, because this is far from the circumstance I wanted. This conversation should have been a happy one. All I see in her, louder than the pious words that bark above the wind, is pained sadness. "I do," I answer honestly. "I really do."

Her eyes close slowly and her smile shatters my gods damned heart. "Oh," she whispers, "I'm so happy."

"Brother Tobias," comes the sobering voice that rips my haunted gaze from Erica. "The condemned stands before us convicted of the murder of your brother, Artorius." I knew that. I've known that. Why do you throw that in my face now, you old bastard? "I know, in your grief and rage, you still find it in your heart to forgive the wicked," his words are like venom. I hate them more now than ever before. It's because I know where this is going, now. "But Erica desires no repentance. Her dark ways are set in an incorrigible conviction, one that with time could endanger the Church itself."

You're a liar. That's what I want to scream. I want so badly to throw this in his face, and to save Erica. Her eyes meet mine again, and her lips form unspoken words. I can see them, though. I know what she's trying to say. 'It's not your fault.'

But it is, Erica. It is my fault. As the Archon comes down from his lofty place atop the stairs of the Cathedral, he offers me two long knives. They look nothing like Calm or Cold, but their hearts radiate with the same familiar treachery. Newly forged blades with the same spells. And the silver steel that entombs the magic is known to me. "Mithril," I mutter quietly.

"Your gift," he says, "to honor your acceptance into our brotherhood."

"I offer my thanks," I tell him dryly.

"Thank us with action, Brother Stalt," he commands me grimly. Oh, gods, no. "Slake your blades with the humours of the wicked."

I stare at both weapons and let out a ragged breath. I see the satisfaction in his face. He longs to see me do this. He knows this is the greatest test of my devotion he has ever given me. With shaking hands, I touch both blades by the hilt and close my eyes. I don't even want them back.

"I would have done it again," Erica whispered in futility, so as not to draw the ire of the crowd. The Archon whispered back, but I could not hear his words. They came in a language I did not know. The blackness of his eyes in that instant drew an angry expulsion of air from me.

With both blades in hand, as the Archon stepped away from us, I turned toward Erica and embraced her with one arm. She wrapped both around me and gasped. The words whispered in my ear will haunt me forever. "I love you, Tobias Stalt."

As she fell to the dirt and painted the cobbles, both my blades trembled as they dripped with the blood of an innocent woman. I turned my gaze not toward the approval of the clergy, but to see the look on her father's face.

He was cheering like all the rest.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Jaina Motti"]


, and whilst I don't like first person it's not like I'll avoid RPing with someone because of it.

I avoid writing with people who use the word 'whilst.'

#lololjk #loveu

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Spark Finn"]
Hmmph. I do not approve of brazen husseys, so you're out of luck too!

#justkidding #nolimits

 

[Ria Misrani]

That makes one of us. First person makes me cringe to no end. I try and avoid it at all costs. It ruins the immersion of the RP for me almost instantaneously. I feel bad for doing it, but once the environment is ruined the muse is dead for me.

I'm so glad I'm not the only person who feels this way.

 

[Ellie Mors]

You can even use second person if you want to suffer a seizure.

You are an evil person if you write in second person.

 

[Baroness Magrath]

I GM Pathfinder and Star Wars Edge of the Empire on Tuesdays and Thursday...

You feel like you've been here before. Like something is wrong when you hear others write in second person; yet you know in your own heart, that GMs, running games for players to enjoy at times must resort to using the Second Person narrative. Even if you, yourself, do not like it.

[member="Lily Kuhn"]
[member="Valiens Nantaris"]

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Lily Kuhn"]
I tried to do a post in it once and couldn't get past a paragraph.

The only time 2nd person works is in those 'choose your own adventure' books. Otherwise it's just painful.

And of course, a lot of bad fanfics use it too.

 

[Ellie Mors]

I GM Pathfinder and Star Wars Edge of the Empire on Tuesdays and Thursday...

You feel like you've been here before. Like something is wrong when you hear others write in second person; yet you know in your own heart, that GMs, running games for players to enjoy at times must resort to using the Second Person narrative. Even if you, yourself, do not like it.

[member="Lily Kuhn"]
[member="Valiens Nantaris"]

Still evil. Necessary or not.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Me, Myself and I, don't mind what 'person' people choose to RP, just have fun doing it!


[member="Jaina Motti"]

 

[Raachwaroo]

Go ahead dude, I've never seen it anywhere but Chaos. The guy I'm roleplaying with who does it is surprisingly well. I always thought that it was a bit less classy but if you can write well then go ahead and do it. [member="Jaina Motti"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

I always write in first person. (sorry for those who don't like it) Though I understand why some people do not like the style of RP.

You do you boo-boo.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

[member="Valiens Nantaris"]

If you RP it with me, i'll do a whole thread in second person