Post by Autumnpool on Feb 9, 2008 23:12:09 GMT -5
Name: Well, I'm not allowed to give out my real name, so Kaminari
Nickname: Kitty, Autumnpool, Drizzlestar, and many, many more.
Age: 13
Literacy Level: Literate/Advanced ( probably literate)
Activity Level: partially active ( I try to get on at least every week)
Suggestions for the Site: None so far..
Roleplaying Sample:
A silent wing flew through the air, teasing the leaves on trees. Ferns and tall grasses danced like a rolling wave, sending ripples throughout the forest. The moon was almost visible, and the sun was melting into the bottom of the earth, its bright light ceasing to exist.
Suddenly, a squirrel dashed up a tree back to its home nestled in the bark of a tree. Thundering footsteps sounded throughout the forest as a man approached the site.
"Dang it," Paul Brown thought, gazing up at the bristly green spikes of the tall pine, "Looks like we're having vegetable soup again."
Tucking his shotgun back into its shoulder sleeve, Paul headed for the cottage, fingering his curly black beard. His wife would not be pleased about him failing to catch any game for the second night in a row.
Trying to come up with a good excuse, Paul stepped on to the wooden porch and open the front door with a creaakk, preparing to face the wrath of his wife.
To be continued..
OOC: I hope we were allowed to use stuff other than cats..
I didn't get what you mean't by "Referred by".
Nickname: Kitty, Autumnpool, Drizzlestar, and many, many more.
Age: 13
Literacy Level: Literate/Advanced ( probably literate)
Activity Level: partially active ( I try to get on at least every week)
Suggestions for the Site: None so far..
Roleplaying Sample:
A silent wing flew through the air, teasing the leaves on trees. Ferns and tall grasses danced like a rolling wave, sending ripples throughout the forest. The moon was almost visible, and the sun was melting into the bottom of the earth, its bright light ceasing to exist.
Suddenly, a squirrel dashed up a tree back to its home nestled in the bark of a tree. Thundering footsteps sounded throughout the forest as a man approached the site.
"Dang it," Paul Brown thought, gazing up at the bristly green spikes of the tall pine, "Looks like we're having vegetable soup again."
Tucking his shotgun back into its shoulder sleeve, Paul headed for the cottage, fingering his curly black beard. His wife would not be pleased about him failing to catch any game for the second night in a row.
Trying to come up with a good excuse, Paul stepped on to the wooden porch and open the front door with a creaakk, preparing to face the wrath of his wife.
To be continued..
OOC: I hope we were allowed to use stuff other than cats..
I didn't get what you mean't by "Referred by".
