lalas181
A Mediocre Writer
So, despite loving to roleplay, I'm beyond abysmal at starting things.
An example of how I try and start forum rps is this (Yes, it's all DC and DC oc stuff. Sorry! I couldn't find anything else more recent off the top of my head that wasn't soaked in Warrior Cats lore.):
The Riddler sat in one of the worn leather chairs in the meeting room, twirling his question mark-tipped cane in boredom. He was silently wracking his brain for any sort of scheme he could pull back in Gotham. So far, he was drawing a blank.
His last plan had been a colossal failure. He had kidnapped the mayor, intent on drowning him. He left a card in the missing mayor's office that read "I am light as a feather, yet no man can hold me for long. What am I?". Apparently Batman had already heard that riddle.
The mayor was found before Ed had even lowered him into the water. Batman had beaten him. Sure, he was able to slip away before he could be sent back to Arkham, but he'd still been bested again. The thin man let out a low, agitated growl. The growl was promptly cut off as he accidentally hit himself in the leg with his cane, and yelped.
"Stupid cane! Stupid Batman! If only I could rid myself of him for good!" He sneered.
or
Davie walked down the hall, his robin's egg blue backpack slung limply over his right shoulder. He'd just been assigned to a new apartment by his overseer. He didn't know why this was happening so long after The Incident, but was excited that it was happening anyway. He liked seeing new places. Even better, the lab assigned someone to live with him. It'd be harder for him to get kidnapped again if he lived with someone, he figured. This was fine by Davie. He liked meeting people, even if he wasn't very good at talking to them.
He came across the apartment door numbered 233. The wiry teen grinned at it, putting his key in and unlocking the door. He turned the handle and stepped through the doorway into his new home. He looked around the living room, shutting the door behind him and releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. It looked normal. He went over to the worn, comfy-looking couch and placed his bag onto it. Now all he had to do was find his roommate.
"Hello?" He called out. "Anyone in here? It's Davie Smith, your new roommate?" His pale green eyes flickered around the room, focusing on the hallway.
I'm unsure how else to do things, and was hoping someone here could maybe tell me what I'm doing wrong. I mean, I'd also like to know what I'm doing right so that I can keep doing those things, but fixing how I do starters is more of a priority.
An example of how I try and start forum rps is this (Yes, it's all DC and DC oc stuff. Sorry! I couldn't find anything else more recent off the top of my head that wasn't soaked in Warrior Cats lore.):
The Riddler sat in one of the worn leather chairs in the meeting room, twirling his question mark-tipped cane in boredom. He was silently wracking his brain for any sort of scheme he could pull back in Gotham. So far, he was drawing a blank.
His last plan had been a colossal failure. He had kidnapped the mayor, intent on drowning him. He left a card in the missing mayor's office that read "I am light as a feather, yet no man can hold me for long. What am I?". Apparently Batman had already heard that riddle.
The mayor was found before Ed had even lowered him into the water. Batman had beaten him. Sure, he was able to slip away before he could be sent back to Arkham, but he'd still been bested again. The thin man let out a low, agitated growl. The growl was promptly cut off as he accidentally hit himself in the leg with his cane, and yelped.
"Stupid cane! Stupid Batman! If only I could rid myself of him for good!" He sneered.
or
Davie walked down the hall, his robin's egg blue backpack slung limply over his right shoulder. He'd just been assigned to a new apartment by his overseer. He didn't know why this was happening so long after The Incident, but was excited that it was happening anyway. He liked seeing new places. Even better, the lab assigned someone to live with him. It'd be harder for him to get kidnapped again if he lived with someone, he figured. This was fine by Davie. He liked meeting people, even if he wasn't very good at talking to them.
He came across the apartment door numbered 233. The wiry teen grinned at it, putting his key in and unlocking the door. He turned the handle and stepped through the doorway into his new home. He looked around the living room, shutting the door behind him and releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. It looked normal. He went over to the worn, comfy-looking couch and placed his bag onto it. Now all he had to do was find his roommate.
"Hello?" He called out. "Anyone in here? It's Davie Smith, your new roommate?" His pale green eyes flickered around the room, focusing on the hallway.
I'm unsure how else to do things, and was hoping someone here could maybe tell me what I'm doing wrong. I mean, I'd also like to know what I'm doing right so that I can keep doing those things, but fixing how I do starters is more of a priority.