Okay... does that mean it goes for the students also? As in, can a student have 2 teachers at one time? Or more?)
Well for now, let's just say that a student can have two teachers that can help them. Each teacher can teach the student different tactics that can help them get better in their roleplaying.
Username: hibiki Experience on RP: A year. Words: 50 - 100 at minimum. Tries to go for 200 words. Maximum is 1,000. RP sample: This is a copy + paste from an RP post a month ago, so it's really sloppy.
(P.S. Cnidarian is basically alien jellyfish. I had weiiiiiiiiird ideas back then.)
Hearing the sound of someone tapping against the frozen lake, Aurelia snapped to the sound above. Although a weird action, the Cnidarian meditated in waiting. Although it was a fairly obvious trap--think about it, a black, frozen lake, who would have thought to step in it? That was the woman's biggest question throughout the game. Whoever did, the Cnidarian thought. Is an idiot. Whatever, it worked.
She swore she could feel the person right above her's questioning. Even if the lake was frozen, the ice would have cracked, right? But in her opinion, she was pretty sure that person didn't even think about why the lake was frozen. They probably were too gleeful at the sight of 'water' to think things twice, or even once.
Aurelia practically felt the need to put whoever stepped on the lake out of their misery, because such moment of folly will get you nowhere in this game of life or death. The woman exhaled in exasperation, bubbles bulbing due to her breath, and pushed her palms against the sheet of ice above, where the 'fool' stood on. Before the 'idiot' could probably realize it, sharp, stinging pain embodied as an icicle was forming underneath their feet. Not even bothering to delay, knowing full well that such an obvious trap won't work the twice--the next moment, Aurelia didn't even wince at the sound of ice piercing through flesh and saw a hue of red dyeing the ice sheet above. She was actually used to it, after all.
Specialities: I RP humanoid things decently enough. I don't have a particular preference for genres, though I guess I like urban fantasy and sci-fi best.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2015 8:24:29 GMT -5 by ❀ Yasusada
Username: hibiki Experience on RP: A year. Words: 50 - 100 at minimum. Tries to go for 200 words. Maximum is 1,000. RP sample: This is a copy + paste from an RP post a month ago, so it's really sloppy.
(P.S. Cnidarian is basically alien jellyfish. I had weiiiiiiiiird ideas back then.)
Hearing the sound of someone tapping against the frozen lake, Aurelia snapped to the sound above. Although a weird action, the Cnidarian meditated in waiting. Although it was a fairly obvious trap--think about it, a black, frozen lake, who would have thought to step in it? That was the woman's biggest question throughout the game. Whoever did, the Cnidarian thought. Is an idiot. Whatever, it worked.
She swore she could feel the person right above her's questioning. Even if the lake was frozen, the ice would have cracked, right? But in her opinion, she was pretty sure that person didn't even think about why the lake was frozen. They probably were too gleeful at the sight of 'water' to think things twice, or even once.
Aurelia practically felt the need to put whoever stepped on the lake out of their misery, because such moment of folly will get you nowhere in this game of life or death. The woman exhaled in exasperation, bubbles bulbing due to her breath, and pushed her palms against the sheet of ice above, where the 'fool' stood on. Before the 'idiot' could probably realize it, sharp, stinging pain embodied as an icicle was forming underneath their feet. Not even bothering to delay, knowing full well that such an obvious trap won't work the twice--the next moment, Aurelia didn't even wince at the sound of ice piercing through flesh and saw a hue of red dyeing the ice sheet above. She was actually used to it, after all.
Specialities: I RP humanoid things decently enough. I don't have a particular preference for genres, though I guess I like urban fantasy and sci-fi best.
Thank you for joining. I'll add you to the list of students! By the way, who would you like your teacher(s) to be?
As for Crescent, I'll add you as a student to two teachers. Draconic and Sylvester, you now have a student! You may begin doing roleplay prompts based of what you specialize in.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2015 15:17:52 GMT -5 by ♚Meme Bird ♚
Post by ♪♫•*Crescent-o♪♫•* on Nov 24, 2015 20:34:59 GMT -5
Username: crescentstar1215 Experience on RP: Almost 2 years Words: 100-110, usually if what I'm replying to allows me to give more detail. Max of students: 5(I may change later) RP sample: Altair unsheathed her sword, swift and silent. The blade, black as obsidian, shone in the moonlight. The enemy in front of her was only another obstacle in her path. She would obliterate them. Steadying her katana, she closed her eyes for a moment. Within five seconds she had opened her eyes and struck her opponent. A long gash was filling with blood in her foe's arm. Scarlet stained her sword, running down the blade. Steadying it again, she tensed to strike. Feinting for the left, she jabbed- though in her mind, the feint soon led to a fatal stab to the stomach. Her feint was quick, and she twirled around to strike the stomach. Specialities: I prefer humans(supernatural or not)/cats/dogs. I can adjust to most though. Activity: I go on almost everyday, even if it's for 10 minutes with gaps of time Passcode: This Blank!(It said to leave this blank..)(I know, I'm not planning on being an overseer.
RP Sample: Alice shifted her gaze towards her bedroom wall, trying to memorize each grain of it. It was a home, but it never had become her home. The cleanest and most re-imagined memory there was her hiding under her bed from some of Quinn's harshest fighters. Of course her parents were two seconds away from giving her up, just to save themselves. And now they were just limp and lifeless, cold, bodies laid upon the floor. She had no choice. Or at least, that was what she was telling herself. "Her parents were just targets for them to find me, and they had just about forgotten about me." That was the phrase that kept her going, the phrase that kept her from ending up like her parents.
A singular tear rolled down her cheek. And not a tear of love, or sorrow, and grief. A hot, burning tear, of pain and fury towards everything she lived in. For being cursed as one of the handful of psychic people in the world. Objects began to fly across the room, at the slightest thought of her will. She sat there for a moment, the most peaceful she had been in years, just watching the grains of her bedroom wall as things flew and crashed all around her. And she sat there, not letting a thought slip in, at least until something flew by and cut her face.
The blood pushed to the surface in a perfect little crimson dot. It ran down her cheek with another hot tear, not stopping until it hit the bony tip of her collarbone. She wiped away the tears, yet sat there will the blood still streaked almost perfectly on her face. As if it was meant to be there. She forced herself to stand, as all of the objects fell in unison. Her mind raced with questions, as where she would have to go, who she would go to, and the most imperializing question of all, why was she even trying to hide? Was she just going to hide until her gruesome, unimportant death?
Impatience snapped her out of deep thought, eager to leave the numb and broken memories. She gave a quite heavy sigh as she realized that she couldn't go the door, as it would make her visit her blatantly obvious. Eventually, her eyes drifted towards her old and rotting window. It creaked open with every inch, almost as the floorboards did with every step. Her backpack slipped from off of her shoulders, as it plummeted two stories to the ground.
Her foot stepped onto the sill of the window, causing her weight to shift. Alice's other foot matching the same position, before she crouched down and placed her hands upon the sill. Her feet fell earlier than expected, causing the tips of her fingers to catch her at the last moment. The plan hadn't been given much thought, as she now was hanging on by a few fingertips, and was a moment from falling the whole way down. Her flaws would seem to cancel out though, which was most helpful. As she wouldn't think things through all of the way, she was one to think quick in times of pressure and stress. She swung her lower body, able to hook one leg along a tree branch. With a bit of effort, the other leg got on eventually. She gave herself until to get enough courage to let her hands leave the window and grab the tree.
1, 2, 3. Her hands left the window exactly on the count, but didn't make it quite to the tree. Her body hung upside down from the tree, blood rushing to her head. The thought that came to her mind was unable to be categorized between a thought of impulse, or a thought of stupidity. She had never tried her psychic abilities on herself, but now seemed the perfect time to. The tree branch too far up for her to be able to use her upper body to swing up to it, so she resorted to the next best thing. She concentrated for a second, before her body slowly rose up to grab the tree. It felt as if she was paralyzed, or in no control of her body. Yet she was controlling every nerve of the movement.
The second she grabbed onto the tree completely, she made her way down. The psychic waves would be picked up on any radar, so using it was a threat. She grabbed her backpack, and in seconds was off and running. At that point, it had only just occurred to her that the blood was still streaked upon her face. She let it sit there, figuring if she ever found someone who thought she mattered or cared about her, they would wipe it off for her.
Specialties:
I personally prefer humans,(Which includes humans with powers or who aren't quite human) but I also love to do animals(Including Cats), and mythical creatures.
Activity:
I was inactive for personal issues/reasons, but I'm back now at about a 9 or 10!
Two birds of a feather Say that they're always Gonna stay together But one's never goin' to Let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar
Username: shriyo Experience on RP: I've been roleplaying for around 5-6 years Words: Honestly, it depends on the previous post(s). It can be somewhere from about 100-350 words. Max of students: 2 RP sample:
The wind howled with anger, shaking the bare branches of the trees in its path. Leaves on the ground rustled, refusing to stay in their place as they twirled around. They were lifted up, and settled back down as the wind rested, but only for a moment before they were brought up again. Dark clouds hovered on the horizon, the sun setting below them, threatening to enclose the forest in darkness.
A lone cat sat, listening intently for the sounds of prey. It was near impossible for the cat to hear anything over the sound of the leaves and trees-whether it be a mouse, bird, or any other prey that inhabited the forest. They sniffed the air. The only smell was the pungent aroma of coming rain. Their amber eyes pierced through the growing darkness, hoping to spot anything. But the leaves flying through the air blocked their vision. It was all to no avail. This was no hunting weather.
The cat rose to its paws, and gave a quick shake, ridding themselves of any leaves that had fallen on top of them. They began to slowly walk, sniffing the air occasionally, hoping to find prey. Still, no prey could be found. Thunder cracked nearby, lightning flashed not long after. The cat jumped, startled, and began to run. Their paws lightly grazed the forest floor as they ran, and continued to run, narrowly dodging the trees. Rain began to pour down in sheets, immediately soaking the cat. They continued to run until they stumbled against a cave.
The cat began to heave for air, taking large gulps until the pounding in their heart slowed. The cat looked around at its new surroundings, taking in the sight this cave had to offer. Smooth sand covered the bottom near the entrance, leading to stone at the back. The walls were covered with sleek stone, which felt soft and cold as the cat rubbed its paw against it. After exploring for a bit, the cat returned to the entrance. Safe within the reaches of the cave, they began to stare into the forest, watching the unrelentless rain as it poured heavily into the forest.
Specialities: I'm best at roleplaying cats, but can also do other mammals. Humans included. Activity: I'd give me a 6-7. I've been rather inactive in the past, but am trying to be more active. Passcode: -