SilentMadness
Master Of Disharmony
Hello, and welcome to my thread!
First, I would like to thank you for passing by, even to throw a glance. I appreciate it. If you do decide to read further, then I suppose your attention has been perked. But, before we get to the good stuff, I'd like to introduce a basic set of rules, or rather, preferences. Here they go.
Here is a writing sample from me:
And, with that out of the way, it's time to move on to the plot, right?
So! There's the big idea. I hope I hear from someone! So long!
First, I would like to thank you for passing by, even to throw a glance. I appreciate it. If you do decide to read further, then I suppose your attention has been perked. But, before we get to the good stuff, I'd like to introduce a basic set of rules, or rather, preferences. Here they go.
- I enjoy creativity, good grammar and detail (3 paragraphs and up kind of detail).
- I won't hound you about posting times, but a few posts per week are nice enough, since I might not be able to post every other day either.
- I enjoy a good OOC chat from time to time, and communication. I wanna hear ideas, I want us to develop together.
- I suppose that's all I want. Leave a sample of your writing with your comment/PM so I will know that you have read my preferences. That way I'll also figure out if you're the RP-er I'm looking for!
- I won't hound you about posting times, but a few posts per week are nice enough, since I might not be able to post every other day either.
- I enjoy a good OOC chat from time to time, and communication. I wanna hear ideas, I want us to develop together.
- I suppose that's all I want. Leave a sample of your writing with your comment/PM so I will know that you have read my preferences. That way I'll also figure out if you're the RP-er I'm looking for!
His attempts at escaping her were fruitless, as it seemed, but what could he do? She was on his tail, she was tracing him, a pair of eyes was burning holes in the back of his head and the guilt was too much. Plus the shame. And the fear. She only wanted to take a better look at the freak show. That's what everyone ever wanted, eversince he first came out to a person about his special ability that he'd gained after being the subject of a rogue experiment. It all spiraled out of control, and now he was destined to run forever, from everything and everyone. And I did that so fucking well until I screwed up in my sleep and brought myself here, he thought angrily as he continued trying to blend in the crowd.
And there she was, still behind him, he realised as he turned his head only briefly to gaze back. If only he wasn't in the middle of a street, he could probably just teleport away and dissapear, maybe this time, for good. He couldn't risk it. Anything at all. He needed to make off. But she wasn't letting him, and that was the worst part of it all.
He couldn't very well run, the crowd was too tight, it seemed as if everyone was going out for some reason, like a cruel joke of fate. The only way to escape is to stop running, and face her, dude. His inner voice told him, an inner voice that was more often than not, right. He hated it. It was like something inside him was more mature, more experienced and wiser than his normal self. Maybe it indeed was, or maybe it was just his mind going out with a blast. But he had no choice. He had to stay, and endure. What could be so bad? She will ask, he will answer, and in case she would call some authorities, he could dissapear in the blink of an eye. Yes, that was what was to happen.
Stopping from his near-running, he eventually turned around and shyly approached the girl. He didn't have the courage to gaze at her, and so, he tried to look in other ways as he stopped at a fair distance from her. "I... er..." He began, only now realizing he actually didn't know what to say. And what was there to say, even? She hadn't asked him a thing, so should he really say something? "... I'm... sorry for running, Miss..." He continued, realizing just how stupid that sounded. No, he had other things to worry and apologize for and this was the only one he could do? Seriously? Was that it? "I'm also sorry for that night back then... I... I didn't mean to and... er..." I can teleport, and I'm a freak of nature, so you might as well call for the circus now and be over with it! His inner voice completed in a sarcasm that was definitory to it, causing him to be angry at himself. Really, his line of excuses was a joke, and he himself was acting weird, odd, strange... You're just acting as what you are, so you might as well embrace it, the inner voice chimed in again. That one person in his mind, the other him, was the only constant presence in his life. One he would gladly live without.
The distant sound of a truck horn, approaching at high speed, however, gave the scenery a lot more in terms of dinamics, as people began to scream and panic. Erik only needed to turn his head to understand what was going on. A red truck was plowing through traffic at very high speed, so high that it pushed everything out of its way in the crazy run. Out of control, completely. The turn of wheels, however, directed it straight on the sidewalk on which Erik and the stranger girl were on, and the whole scenery turned into a painfully long, slow-motion film. Erik could see how the first people in the truck's way were being completely obliterated, all while others around him and the girl were jumping away or running from the scene. His mind was muddy, and he had to make a quick decision. The truck was inching closer, and closer, until the pressure caused him to break, and in a matter of moments, he caught the girl in a swift embrace and in a matter of moments, disappeared with her, soon enough, materializing on the opposite sidewalk, under the shocked gazes of the people.
And there she was, still behind him, he realised as he turned his head only briefly to gaze back. If only he wasn't in the middle of a street, he could probably just teleport away and dissapear, maybe this time, for good. He couldn't risk it. Anything at all. He needed to make off. But she wasn't letting him, and that was the worst part of it all.
He couldn't very well run, the crowd was too tight, it seemed as if everyone was going out for some reason, like a cruel joke of fate. The only way to escape is to stop running, and face her, dude. His inner voice told him, an inner voice that was more often than not, right. He hated it. It was like something inside him was more mature, more experienced and wiser than his normal self. Maybe it indeed was, or maybe it was just his mind going out with a blast. But he had no choice. He had to stay, and endure. What could be so bad? She will ask, he will answer, and in case she would call some authorities, he could dissapear in the blink of an eye. Yes, that was what was to happen.
Stopping from his near-running, he eventually turned around and shyly approached the girl. He didn't have the courage to gaze at her, and so, he tried to look in other ways as he stopped at a fair distance from her. "I... er..." He began, only now realizing he actually didn't know what to say. And what was there to say, even? She hadn't asked him a thing, so should he really say something? "... I'm... sorry for running, Miss..." He continued, realizing just how stupid that sounded. No, he had other things to worry and apologize for and this was the only one he could do? Seriously? Was that it? "I'm also sorry for that night back then... I... I didn't mean to and... er..." I can teleport, and I'm a freak of nature, so you might as well call for the circus now and be over with it! His inner voice completed in a sarcasm that was definitory to it, causing him to be angry at himself. Really, his line of excuses was a joke, and he himself was acting weird, odd, strange... You're just acting as what you are, so you might as well embrace it, the inner voice chimed in again. That one person in his mind, the other him, was the only constant presence in his life. One he would gladly live without.
The distant sound of a truck horn, approaching at high speed, however, gave the scenery a lot more in terms of dinamics, as people began to scream and panic. Erik only needed to turn his head to understand what was going on. A red truck was plowing through traffic at very high speed, so high that it pushed everything out of its way in the crazy run. Out of control, completely. The turn of wheels, however, directed it straight on the sidewalk on which Erik and the stranger girl were on, and the whole scenery turned into a painfully long, slow-motion film. Erik could see how the first people in the truck's way were being completely obliterated, all while others around him and the girl were jumping away or running from the scene. His mind was muddy, and he had to make a quick decision. The truck was inching closer, and closer, until the pressure caused him to break, and in a matter of moments, he caught the girl in a swift embrace and in a matter of moments, disappeared with her, soon enough, materializing on the opposite sidewalk, under the shocked gazes of the people.
In a medieval sort of fantasy world, far away from mainlands and their conflict, there lies a tremendous island. An island home to an university fully dedicated to studying the 5 main schools of magic arts:
Arcane. Fire. Water. Air. Earth.
There is a 6th school of magic, Necromancy, but due to its sinister and chaotic nature, its use is strictly prohibited and punishable by law.
Character A (me) and character B (you) are both in their first year at the University. Which means they attend most courses in parallel, since first year is the learning of the general concept of magic.
There is no actual direction I wish to take this in, but it will involve romance and a journey of discovery, a path that our characters will take together!
Arcane. Fire. Water. Air. Earth.
There is a 6th school of magic, Necromancy, but due to its sinister and chaotic nature, its use is strictly prohibited and punishable by law.
Character A (me) and character B (you) are both in their first year at the University. Which means they attend most courses in parallel, since first year is the learning of the general concept of magic.
There is no actual direction I wish to take this in, but it will involve romance and a journey of discovery, a path that our characters will take together!
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