Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to High Voltage RPG. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Locked Topic
Firelocke's Application
Topic Started: May 12 2010, 02:30 AM (273 Views)
Firelocke
Newbie
[ * ]
Username: Firelocke
Preferred Name: Locke, or just my username, no big
Age (optional): older than 21
Years role-playing: 9
Favorite Genre: I can pretty much sink my teeth into anything. I have special love for the surreal, so fantasy, sci-fi, horror, and paranormal, though I have had fun with straight genres as well. I also have a special love for encounters of the hormonal kind; any kind.
Least favorite genre: Sparkly vampires; anything involving children and sex (below the age of sexual desire). Teens are fine (and occasionally required, depending on time period).

Anything you’d like to add:
* Um...as of this posting, finals suck, and I can't do much outside homework and study. Semester is just about over, though. Parades will be thrown, sleep will be had, and social skills will then return to normal.
* I have a special hatred of the description "orbs" for eyes and try to never use it; it gives me awkward and horror-esque mental images of a game of marbles gone horribly, horribly wrong.

* And...um...I like tacos? And roses and kittens and rainbows and unicorns and dungeons and monsters and torture and the fresh roasted hearts of little children and--oh. Oops. Erm, pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain....

Sample RP:
((This was a paranormal. I had a little leeway to set the tone with this one, and Jayde got passed around, so there's a little more speech than usual.))

"What the devil is that?"

Thana turned slightly, arrested in the process of pulling down her shirt. Jayde was, as promised, still facing away from her, though she was no longer lounging on the bed. Instead she sat bolt upright, the eyes she had been named for wide with a sort of shock. Thana could clearly her face in the vanity mirror across the room, and Jayde, in turn, could see her.

Thana's eyes glanced to herself, tall and sleek-limbed, muscles scarred here and there from what she told everyone was a "rough childhood." Nothing her friend hadn't seen before. Then Thana's eyes traveled upwards, past her breasts to the place above her heart, a place she always tried to keep covered. She'd forgotten, too comfortable in her own bedroom, mind too distracted by other things. Keeping her expression unruffled, she turned slightly, tried to play it off.

"Fell out of a tree when I was ten. Cut myself up pretty good." She pulled the shirt down, reached her hands beneath her thick auburn hair, pulling it free of the collar.

"Like hell!" Jayde's feet hit the floor with a thump, followed by several more as she quickly made her way around the bed. Jayde never could be angry silently. A pair of hands swung her around, ripped up the shirt, exposing her plain white bra and the tops of her breasts once again. Thana scowled.

"I thought you didn't like nudity. Or girl's boobs," she growled, trying to back away. She hit a door frame--from here she could stop, or she could back herself into the closet. Neither seemed like a good idea. She briefly considered shoving Jayde, but decided against it. She had too few friends to risk losing one to violence, even if that friend was pushing her last nerve.

"Yeah, well I think I can risk your woman-flesh. Since when do trees leave writing? Um--" Jayde paused, considering, then asked, "That is writing, isn't it?"

Thana sighed. Yes, she was pretty sure the scars above her heart were writing, though what kind she didn't know. She'd had them as long as she could recall, tiny scars, ropey, rough, each slice precise, perfect, but not smooth enough for a scalpel. Someone had carved it into her with something more primitive--a knife, probably, though young as she was a sharp twig would have sufficed--and had to have done so when she was just a baby. It had been on her when she was placed in foster care, but there were no records of how it came to be, only a notation in her files which simply listed it as a "distinguishing mark.”

She'd been obsessed with them once, looking up every language imaginable--old languages, new languages, dead languages, made up languages, magical languages--looking for anything that seemed to have similar characters. She'd wanted to know what it said, if it was a message, a threat, a blessing, if maybe it would give some clue to who carved it there. But it was not to be. She could find no written language it resembled, no clue to its origins, until eventually she'd been forced to give up.

Jayde reached for it now, just as every lover she'd ever had reached for it, just as anyone who saw it seemed compelled to do. It was the raised scars, it invited touches. She caught Jayde's wrist mid-reach, dark eyes narrowing.

"Unless you're aiming to kiss me, I suggest you retract the paw."

It wasn't until Jayde's eyes went wide again that Thana realized the furious threat that vibrated in her voice, the same threat that was probably darkening her already dark eyes.

She had eyes that were kissing distance from black on a good day, but when angry they darkened further, becoming nearly indistinguishable from her pupils. It made for an eerie illusion that had cost her the affection of more than one person; and the mocking title of "witch" when she was younger. She also had a temper--she realized she wasn't holding Jayde's wrist so much as gripping painfully, and with a curse she let her friend go.

"Sorry, sorry." Her anger drained to a sort of apologetic exasperation. She ran a hand through her wavy hair, getting her fingers caught in a tangle halfway through the gesture. She tried to yank her hand out, but only succeeded in yanking the hair. One handed, she struggled to free herself, feeling ridiculous, and probably looking it, judging by Jayde's giggle. Her temper flashed, but just as quickly vanished behind a wave of relief.

Jayde's giggling. She'll probably forgive me.

She managed to work her hand free, then half turned, tugging down her shirt. There was a mirror on the inner closet door--mirrors everywhere in this room, more than she needed--and she checked herself quickly. Denim shorts, white shirt, dark skin, darker eyes, red hair; she was study in contrasts. More prosaic scars lined her bare arms and legs, some faint, others not. Leaving them bare would garner stares, but not questions. Dark eyes, uncertain temper, and a walk with an aggressive swagger shut most people up, so let them stare.

"What does it say?" Jayde asked curiously, calling her attention back. Thana blinked and tore herself from the mirror, closing the closet door before glancing at her friend. It was a good question, one that still gnawed at her sometimes, but one with no answer.

"It's a prayer," she lied, "one I keep close to my heart." This satisfied most people. Not Jayde.

"What kind of prayer?"

Thana walked past her, grabbed her keys from the nearby dresser. Then she smiled sweetly at her friend.

"Not tellin'," she said as she swept past her and into the living room. Jayde was close behind, practically bubbling over with curiosity.

"Please?"

Thana grabbed her grocery list from the fridge. "I need milk. You coming?"

"Come on, Thana, pleeeease?"

"I love you like a sister, but no. You coming?"

Jayde scowled darkly, then paused. A crafty smile crossed her lips.

"I don't know," she said, in a tone so deliberately casual it could only spell trouble. "I stopped by Zambo's earlier and got some of their chocolate covered strawberries. I'm a little worried the heat will melt them, or worse. I should probably just head home."

Thana paused, her hand on the doorknob, silently cursing her friend. You had to drive a half hour to get those exorbitantly priced strawberries. She knew Jayde hadn't gotten them for her, had probably gotten them for a date, but was willing to sacrifice them as a bribe.

A damn good bribe.

There wasn't much Thana wouldn't do for those strawberries, and Jayde knew it. She was dangling them like a carrot and just waiting for Thana to snap the bait. Thana's hand clenched on the door knob.

"Go home then." She turned it.

"We could eat them instead. I mean, they've been out there so long already...."

"We could." Thana opened the door to her duplex, was hit with a wash of heat. Summer in the city, not pleasant. Pedestrians walked by on the street, all looking limp and laced with sweat. Nearby, a circle of teens made a game of trying to hit a tree trunk with a ball. It seemed like a simple game, but she'd overheard them discussing the rules once. Tactical planning for World War II had taken less thought.

"We could eat them now. I got the one dipped in dark chocolate."

Thana winced. Dark chocolate was her weakness. It would be a week or more before she would get back out that way to get her own strawberries, and her mouth watered at the very idea of them; soft, ripe, so sweet and fragrant. Her favorite treat. She glanced behind her at her friend.

"Go get 'em then. We'll eat them before we go."

"I will. Just as soon as you tell me--"

Sighing, Thana stepped out into the heat.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Dreamy Ideal
Member Avatar
you can be king
[ *  *  *  *  * ]
***Approved***

Nothing to say but welcome to HV! Enjoy yourself doll~.
I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
with anyone but you
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Join the millions that use us for their forum communities. Create your own forum today.
« Previous Topic · Approved Applications · Next Topic »
Locked Topic