Post by thornpelt on Oct 15, 2009 13:15:22 GMT -6
Hello, I'm Frensh, but I love speak English. I roleplay a lot in French, but never in English, so I haven't got an exemple of roleplay.
Can I stay on this forum ?
other:
Your Name: Biglow
Roleplaying Experience: I had roleplay a lot in French, but never in English.
Your Opinion: I like very much this forum, and I want to try to roleplay in English.
character:
Name: Thornpelt
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Clan: River Clan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Thornpelt is a black cat. He has a wonderful pelt, like ebony. His eyes are blue. He walks with smart, head high. He's not very tall, but not so small. When you look at his eyes, you can read all his thoughts, like in an open book. He looks frail and he is ! He can beat nobody in a fights, because his muscles are so small. But, when he's angry, he can bite very strongly and it's not very cool for his enemy.
It's an handsome ?() cat, but he don't know it. Of course, all the cats are handsome, but he don't know it !.
Personality: He's a very calm and positiv cat. He don't love wars and sadist cats. But he's a little alone, without any friends. He's so silent, so he don't dares to speak a lot with others cats. But when there are cats which he loves, he's very friendly and confidence. When he was young, he had a lot of friends, but know, he's so shy. He "flush" quite quickly, and he stammer a lot.
But be worry, if he's in rage, he can become dangerous… And fight the others that he dislake.
When he like or love someone, he's very, very enjoy with him. And he said always "life is good… !"
Summary It's a shy but lovely cat.
History: It was in an October night. All the cats slept. But a nicely female suffered. She
put low a signle kitten. He was totaly black and cried a lot. After a lot of sharing tongues, the young cat rised and walk while trembling. His paws was weak and his mother smiled. It was so cute !
She was in a clan. In River Clan. She liked to be a queen, not a warrior. Because she also hated wars and all the things like it.
Her son's father was dead, not a lot of time before. She was so sad, but her kitten gave her a lot of joy.
One year later, she died. There were a little war and she was killed by an enemy, a ThunderClan's warrior.
Since this time, Thornpelt swore that he never killed somebody, except this cat. But he never saw him again. And he don't want it.
Because he knows that he's not a good warrior, and he can't kill anybody.
Roleplaying Sample:He is Regard Noir, my cat. His girlfriend Night (= Rose Obscure, = Rose) is dead. And an other cat killed a butterfly on a Rose. So, he think that this cat is stupid… He's very sad.
i don't put the text in its totality ! It's so long.
He walked. Until this, all was well. He ran, that could still pass. He supported small pointed stones in its bearings. And he felt the rose. The rose and the butterfly. This one so frail. Like him. And the Rose like his "girlfriend". It was so sad. The unknown of the ShadowClan killed the butterfly on the rose. And he howled. But no sound crosses its lips. A quiet howl. A too strong pain to be known as with the whole world. Only one desire. To kill this infamous being. To kill the killer. To kill the war, the battles. Because it was undoubtedly what had lost(klled) the Rose (Rose is his girlfriend and also a true rose, an other)… The real Rose. The "Obscure Rose". His "Obscure Rose".
Night…
" I do it only for you… "
The words were murmur, mixed with the soft breeze. He hurled. Night did not like that someone came in his territory. He was going to copy her attitude on his. He was going to avenge the Rose Obscure on a cat which was undoubtedly not responsible. Where was the true Black ? That which couldn't be solved to kill a fly? He left with she…
"You two, did you always think about kill ? The suffering of other, the blood's appeal ? I can't understand this passion. Except for my niece. And Night… I hope that you do not take this attitude right for " to make style" Because me, I will not make style. Me I go the venger the Night's die.
Family: All his family is dead.
Mate: ///
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Can I stay on this forum ?
other:
Your Name: Biglow
Roleplaying Experience: I had roleplay a lot in French, but never in English.
Your Opinion: I like very much this forum, and I want to try to roleplay in English.
character:
Name: Thornpelt
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Clan: River Clan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Thornpelt is a black cat. He has a wonderful pelt, like ebony. His eyes are blue. He walks with smart, head high. He's not very tall, but not so small. When you look at his eyes, you can read all his thoughts, like in an open book. He looks frail and he is ! He can beat nobody in a fights, because his muscles are so small. But, when he's angry, he can bite very strongly and it's not very cool for his enemy.
It's an handsome ?() cat, but he don't know it. Of course, all the cats are handsome, but he don't know it !.
Personality: He's a very calm and positiv cat. He don't love wars and sadist cats. But he's a little alone, without any friends. He's so silent, so he don't dares to speak a lot with others cats. But when there are cats which he loves, he's very friendly and confidence. When he was young, he had a lot of friends, but know, he's so shy. He "flush" quite quickly, and he stammer a lot.
But be worry, if he's in rage, he can become dangerous… And fight the others that he dislake.
When he like or love someone, he's very, very enjoy with him. And he said always "life is good… !"
Summary It's a shy but lovely cat.
History: It was in an October night. All the cats slept. But a nicely female suffered. She
put low a signle kitten. He was totaly black and cried a lot. After a lot of sharing tongues, the young cat rised and walk while trembling. His paws was weak and his mother smiled. It was so cute !
She was in a clan. In River Clan. She liked to be a queen, not a warrior. Because she also hated wars and all the things like it.
Her son's father was dead, not a lot of time before. She was so sad, but her kitten gave her a lot of joy.
One year later, she died. There were a little war and she was killed by an enemy, a ThunderClan's warrior.
Since this time, Thornpelt swore that he never killed somebody, except this cat. But he never saw him again. And he don't want it.
Because he knows that he's not a good warrior, and he can't kill anybody.
Roleplaying Sample:He is Regard Noir, my cat. His girlfriend Night (= Rose Obscure, = Rose) is dead. And an other cat killed a butterfly on a Rose. So, he think that this cat is stupid… He's very sad.
i don't put the text in its totality ! It's so long.
He walked. Until this, all was well. He ran, that could still pass. He supported small pointed stones in its bearings. And he felt the rose. The rose and the butterfly. This one so frail. Like him. And the Rose like his "girlfriend". It was so sad. The unknown of the ShadowClan killed the butterfly on the rose. And he howled. But no sound crosses its lips. A quiet howl. A too strong pain to be known as with the whole world. Only one desire. To kill this infamous being. To kill the killer. To kill the war, the battles. Because it was undoubtedly what had lost(klled) the Rose (Rose is his girlfriend and also a true rose, an other)… The real Rose. The "Obscure Rose". His "Obscure Rose".
Night…
" I do it only for you… "
The words were murmur, mixed with the soft breeze. He hurled. Night did not like that someone came in his territory. He was going to copy her attitude on his. He was going to avenge the Rose Obscure on a cat which was undoubtedly not responsible. Where was the true Black ? That which couldn't be solved to kill a fly? He left with she…
"You two, did you always think about kill ? The suffering of other, the blood's appeal ? I can't understand this passion. Except for my niece. And Night… I hope that you do not take this attitude right for " to make style" Because me, I will not make style. Me I go the venger the Night's die.
Family: All his family is dead.
Mate: ///
Code Word: Warrior Cats
