Post by Harbinger on Apr 12, 2008 11:00:26 GMT
Age group: 18
How did you find out about us?: I think you already know, but Anteyra, of course.
Role Playing Experience: Five to seven to eight years I think now.
Sample background: Western. WhorexHired Gun. General plot is that Lilly goes with Boone to a new town but the dangers of the McLane's comes to face them both.
Role Play Sample:
"Closer than you might think," he said, his fingers fiddling slightly with the bed covers. "I wouldn't mind a little eats... but I'm not that hungry," he shrugged before rolling his shoulders again.
He then began to launch into his tale of woe and the odd brief bout of happiness that he did have. "I do not fully understand what the hatred was originally between my family and the McLane's but I don't understand what right they had to burn what I had called home and the only true family I ever had... I, ah, took it rather badly..."
He paused, formulating words and how it sounded in his own mind before speaking on again knowing she was listening attentively, "I ran. I ran for so long... till I could run no more. I was angry at the society I lived in. I didn't want to be a part of such a place where it seemed only murderers, robbers and cowboys were made all the time. I ran from the white men and was found by the Sioux, as you mentioned."
"I don't know why my life was spared or the real reasons Red Bird took me in and raised me as his own. He was a great warrior to the tribe. Very much loved and he was a devoted man. Course, at that age... I had been told stories of bad the Sioux were and how I should never consort with them but as I got to know them as they got me healthy again, i soon saw they aren't the people others make them out to be,"
"They are simply trying to defend their home and their families and their futures; trying to scratch a living. So, they took me in. I wore their clothing. They gave me a Sioux name and I lived quite happily for a long while. However, I knew I had to go back. Go back to the once place I had been running from so long" He paused again, surprised that the words were coming out so easily after so long. He continued, knowing it was best to not stop, just to let her know the full extent of what had made him the man he was today; what had shaped him and why.
"They had shown me it was possible to get along, for both Indian and White Man to live together in harmony. However, I knew, what with the hatred if the Indians around, I would have to do it in a different light and I did have to earn my own living. So, I took the workload of a hired gun, mostly commissioned by the Sherrif or any other who wanted my help with a problem."
"And still, it's not enough," and that was the end of his tale.
"As for Wild Cat..." he shrugged, his shoulders heavy and hurting now from a slowly ascending ache. "His heart's in the right place, but he doesn't seem to follow through all the time." He looked at her now, glad to lift some weight off his own shoulders; sharing the load as it were.
How did you find out about us?: I think you already know, but Anteyra, of course.
Role Playing Experience: Five to seven to eight years I think now.
Sample background: Western. WhorexHired Gun. General plot is that Lilly goes with Boone to a new town but the dangers of the McLane's comes to face them both.
Role Play Sample:
"Closer than you might think," he said, his fingers fiddling slightly with the bed covers. "I wouldn't mind a little eats... but I'm not that hungry," he shrugged before rolling his shoulders again.
He then began to launch into his tale of woe and the odd brief bout of happiness that he did have. "I do not fully understand what the hatred was originally between my family and the McLane's but I don't understand what right they had to burn what I had called home and the only true family I ever had... I, ah, took it rather badly..."
He paused, formulating words and how it sounded in his own mind before speaking on again knowing she was listening attentively, "I ran. I ran for so long... till I could run no more. I was angry at the society I lived in. I didn't want to be a part of such a place where it seemed only murderers, robbers and cowboys were made all the time. I ran from the white men and was found by the Sioux, as you mentioned."
"I don't know why my life was spared or the real reasons Red Bird took me in and raised me as his own. He was a great warrior to the tribe. Very much loved and he was a devoted man. Course, at that age... I had been told stories of bad the Sioux were and how I should never consort with them but as I got to know them as they got me healthy again, i soon saw they aren't the people others make them out to be,"
"They are simply trying to defend their home and their families and their futures; trying to scratch a living. So, they took me in. I wore their clothing. They gave me a Sioux name and I lived quite happily for a long while. However, I knew I had to go back. Go back to the once place I had been running from so long" He paused again, surprised that the words were coming out so easily after so long. He continued, knowing it was best to not stop, just to let her know the full extent of what had made him the man he was today; what had shaped him and why.
"They had shown me it was possible to get along, for both Indian and White Man to live together in harmony. However, I knew, what with the hatred if the Indians around, I would have to do it in a different light and I did have to earn my own living. So, I took the workload of a hired gun, mostly commissioned by the Sherrif or any other who wanted my help with a problem."
"And still, it's not enough," and that was the end of his tale.
"As for Wild Cat..." he shrugged, his shoulders heavy and hurting now from a slowly ascending ache. "His heart's in the right place, but he doesn't seem to follow through all the time." He looked at her now, glad to lift some weight off his own shoulders; sharing the load as it were.
