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[Sacrifice]

It seems that you've wandered to my little corner of the office, I welcome you. Here you can find some FAQs about role-playing in general, and just basic information about the site. Also, various tidbits about myself, and whatnot. Now, shall we start with the basics?

What is Role-Playing?'

Now, I could give you a super fancy term found somewhere, but this is my definition of role-playing.

~Role-playing is when someone takes themselves, and puts a quality, or qualities, into a character, and then proceeds to make that character do actions when living it's life. From death, to life, the creator has complete control over how the character acts, and generally is, and also has the power of life or death over said character.

Not too hard, but here is a simple version.

~When you create a character thats not unlike yourself, and then proceed to play it through it's life.

How Do I Make My Skills Better?

Alright, so now that we have the basics of role-playing down, its time to talk about how to improve our skills. In truth, it all comes down to practice, and how fast you want to improve.

You have really huge posts, I'll never be able to do that!

~I've been role-playing for a year now. However, when I started out, my posts looked a lot like yours. How did I improve? Well, I gave myself a certain word limit, and I wouldn't allow myself to go under it. I forced myself to describe things as my character could see them, and things like that. Just this year, I completed my all time goal, I made a good post with over 2000 words. Remember though, take things slow, and practice everything. You can't get better if you don't! And yes, I'm aware this sounds just like everyone else, but really, if people say it so often, it must be true, right?

I think very hard, and try very hard, and yet my posts are still really not the best. Whats up?

~ I think the problem here may be that your thinking too hard. When I write, I usually put on some music to get muse from, and then clear my head. See yourself as the character, how would you react to what has happened? What do you see, what do you feel? Spelling doesn't matter until your ready to post it, then you can edit anything you feel needs editing. Just worry about your post when your writing. Trust me, its a lot easier. I'm working on a novel, and if I think too hard, the whole chapter just is horrible, causing me to delete it.

OK. I've tried really hard, but I can't come up with anything else, although I've followed all your advice. Why?

~ People have off days all the time. Post what you can, and then just play with that could happen next. Start another thread with a new character, or take a break for a while. It'll come back to you, even if you think it won't.

**More questions will be added as soon as I get them. ^^ **

About Sacrifice

General Information:

~I've been role-playing for over a year now.

~I prefer ShadowClan to the other clans and think they should have at least one book about them, not just ThunderClan.

~My favorite colors are Dark red and Black.

~My favorite band changes from time to time, currently its Breaking Benjamin.

~My favorite Twilight character is Edward, and Jasper too. I think Jacob should die.

~I'm not too social, but willing to answer questions.

~Currently I'm learning German. So, if I use funny words, thats why. xD

~I can't play bright bubbly characters. Nu-uh.

~I make very few friends.

~I usually mod on most of the sites I'm on, so I know what to do. I've also modded on a SIM before it closed down.

~I love Kingdom Hearts, although I only have the one for the DS, and think Axel is AMAZING. Which is why I'll never play KH2, because he dies in it.

~Vampire romance books = love. Well, anything paranormal anyway.

~Shadow pwns Sonic any day, no competition.

~I love dark and mysterious characters.

~You'll find me adding more as time passes to this list, so bear with me.

Role-Play Samples

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Figured that I'd show you guys some posts, just so you can see things.

Good Role-Play Sample:
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Having been up since the crack of dawn was starting to do something to his mind; probably because he had been keeping up this ritual for as long as he could remember. Camp didn’t hold anything for him, not since he had learned the truth about what he was, and what his father was. Maw drawing back into a silent snarl, he had almost ran smack into the warrior, only his last moment reflexes that kicked in saving him from having to deal with the other cat. The black and purple apprentice had been more then willing to have just let the other tom pass, until he saw what he was doing, causing his livid grey eyes to grow wide as he watched from the shadows, unseen and unscented.
That’s MY prey! I gathered it! I hunted it!
Well, at first it hadn’t been his prey. Having stumbled across the stashed food in his headlong race to just get away, he had been excited, and quickly dashed back with all the prey he had found, forgetting at first why he had been trying to get away in the first place. And then he had ran face first into his father Darksun, causing tendrils of hate to flicker to life, as all the hurt he felt flashed to life, and dropping his prey, he had once again chosen to flee into the forest, rather then confront his problems. Memories though, hadn’t stayed where he had wanted them too, causing a deep, bone breaking anger sorrow combination that had led the apprentice to hunting all he could, and putting the prey right back in the places he had found the others, something he now regretted.

Can he not scent ME on it? I didn’t think I was that invisible to the world.
Suddenly, the fur on the warrior’s neck began to bristle, and fighting the urge to suddenly appear, Onyxpaw was quick to back up, back into the shadows where he wouldn’t be seen. No. He would watch for a while before he acted, to see if perhaps this was just a blind stroke of luck that this cat had found his stash. Stepping backwards, he knew that if this cat had really found everything, the last part he would go to would be in the deepest parts of the forest, parts he knew well. It was where he made his solitude, watching the days go by, fearing that he was going to go insane, become a stark raving mad elder before he even had a chance to become a warrior first. He would become a legend, one that told of what happened when you worked yourself to hard, you went insane. You didn’t become a warrior. Do not pass go, do not collect your money. Go strait to the insane asylum, where you can spend the rest of your moons laughing and foretelling stories of doom and despair. A sort of hysterical laughter threatened to break to the surface, and until the apprentice tripped, he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold it in much longer. Flying forward, Onyxpaw landed strait in the dirt; just in time to see Stormpatch gather the last bit of prey, as well as rustle ever so faintly.

Barely having enough time to get to his feet, Onyxpaw saw everything in slow motion; just like you were suppose to right before you died.
No! A warrior will not kill another clan member!
With a sudden ‘thud’ Onyxpaw felt the intense weight of the older cat, and automatically rolled, flinging himself down and twirling fast to stay out of the range of any claws that may have been flying, his mentor would have been proud of that move. Panting slightly, grey eyes narrowed dangerously, Onyxpaw stepped forward, ears pressed against his skull, arrogance marking fine line of his body.
”I could ask you the same thing.”
Hissing, the black and purple tom danced just out of claw reach, moving in circles, his own claws unsheathed. He wouldn’t win a fight he knew, but he would go down trying too.
”Digging up the prey I CAUGHT. I’ve been up since dawn! And now this happens! I don’t need you to screw things up for me, I get plenty of that just seeing how I’m RELATED too! The previous prey may have been yours, but I CAUGHT THAT.”
Every ounce of the young tom seemed to tremble with rage, although surprisingly, he hadn’t jumped Stormpatch, something that the tom wasn’t known for. When he got angry, he usually got a bit defensive, be and it was usually through claws rather then words. With his anger though, came a sudden change in his pelt color. Where it was once purple with thin black rings around it, it seemed to have changed, now looking black with very thin purple rings around it. Quite odd, to anyone who had cared to observe that.

Bad Role-Play Sample;

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irishscent was happy. 8 babies were with her. purring, she blinked, before sprouting wings. grabbing her kits she flew away into the light, not looking back. nightkit spectrumkit and possomkit she named them as they flew.

Great Role-Play Sample:

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Irritation would even begin to cover what Quinn was feeling toward the little intrusion. This time of night was sacred almost, and as each minute slipped by, his power grew, filling him in a way that nothing else ever would be able too. There was a darkness here, and not just of the sky. Which was why this time of night was when everything seemed to awake from whatever had once held it captive. It wasn’t a time for mortals, such as the one below Quinn. As every moment passed, the temptation to strike out, not with his being but with his mind, grew stronger and stronger. He was a telepathic, and very strong at what he did. From putting one to sleep, to reaching out and speaking into minds of others, and various other things, power was not something lacking here. One of the strongest of his kinds, it seemed that dear Feathers was going to be jolted in a way he never expected, and although it might give away part of what he was, or maybe nothing, it was obvious the thoughts that the spotted hyena had for him. What was one more oddity, when he had already presented so many? Masked gaze revealing nothing of this thoughts, although the power buzzed right under the surface, it seemed that it would be a test of wills. He would allow the hyena to speak; but this would be his exit. Better things were out there to do, and standing idle was not one of them.

“Oh, really? Now what would have ever given you that impression I wonder?”
Without any emotion noted behind his words, aside from the basic arrogance and whatnot that he had already shown the hyena, Quinn kept his gaze off of Feathers, as he searched the sky, or watched the sparse land below him, complete with circling vultures not to far off. Words carried far here, yet to the outside, none of these would ever be heard. Just another upside, for although he didn’t mind revealing himself, there were some dangerous ears out there, ones that wouldn’t mind destroying him, as he would kindly repay the favor as soon as he got the chance, provided he lived through the attempt. He had met a precious few of these, in a way they could be considered angels, looking to destroy the darkness of the world, just as the darkness was trying to destroy them. It was the never ending battle between good and evil, the battle that would never really end. One side could not live without the other, after all. It was something that both side saw, but the rivalry had gone on for too many millenniums to stop now, even when reason for fighting had faded away until they just fought because they felt as though they should. Oh sure, they came up with reasons like avenging the dead, but both sides had lost so many, it was a pointless excuse. Either way though, one side would eventually wear out, then, there would be nothing left.

Living out here as he did; away from the alliance, away from the packs, it was as much freedom as one could ever get, if they craved being alone as well as Quinn did. For, even the bravest of soldiers had a breaking point, and coming into the land of death? Especially when it was as though a barrier repelled even the dying from here, was a lot more then many would ever be able to accomplish, for fear, no matter how deep it was buried, always rose to the occasion, a powerful teacher, just like pain. From just his occasional side glances at Feathers, it was obvious, no matter how small the jump was, that with each peal of thunder, each flash of lightning, something inside of him was afraid. So many were afraid of storms, although they weren’t without reason. Dry storms though, were some of the worst. Acres could be consumed in only moments, and with this drought, there would be no rain to drench the flames. A ticking time bomb was what this land actually was. Maybe that was his attraction to it, to see if it would go up in flames. A fatal attraction, you could say, although fire alone wouldn’t kill him. However, flames would chase away any remaining prey, not to mention killing a lot of other creatures, so food would basically be drained here, and that would kill whatever spark that held him here; so maybe, in a sane way, it was better if there wasn’t a wildfire.

“After hours few wander this desolate land, and even fewer are here with a purpose of light. Trails do not need to be hidden, because invitations are not given; just common courtesy as an ending. Something you might want to work on reading, as you so obviously missed the true meaning of simple words. “
Ignorance, and not being able to read between the lines; two things that spoke a lot about Feathers, and made Quinn want to be Feathers with a rock, trying to knock a whim of sense into him. However, that would have to come later, because it seemed that his thoughts were as close as he would get to actually being able to beating the hyena, seeing as since he was part of a pack, and therefore would be missed. A real shame, taking out one who was playing with the darkness would be a lot of fun, especially since Quinn didn’t always give easy death. Torturing was just too much fun to pass up, especially when they didn’t expect it. Dancing round and round, moving swifter and swifter, ripping and shredding, blowing their minds out, and then, feeding before they get the chance to go unconscious. A bite could go two ways, compulsion worked that way. One could feel bliss… or extreme agony. All that the biter’s content, or how hard the victim had fought. Of course, that was just traditional style, there were so many other ways out there that were much worse, but a lot of fun as well.

Well, it seemed this pup thought himself to be not invincible, but as though he could care for himself through anything. That although he did play with the fate he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for anything. No doubt he had seen some odd things, but there was still a world of mystery out there, darkness and light, that he knew nothing about. Even Quinn himself didn’t know about everything out there, and he had ventured a lot in his many years.
“Its amusing, how some consider a situation ‘sticky,’ but others just see it as a simple problem, easily fixed without much effort. It all depends upon the wearer, one could see, for panic causes mistakes, and mistakes, well, they often mean a painfully slow death.”
At that, Quinn actually chuckled slightly. There was nothing comforting though, in the sound. It was bitter, and sent chills down the spine of anyone close enough to hear. It seemed to even carry a threat to it, laced upon the surface. A threat to who though? Other victims that he had once met and killed, or something that he had seen in his time? Without a follow up sentence to explain things, it would send one wondering exactly what he meant; but the onyx brute did that a lot. It was just too fun; for the best weapon, or rather torture, is one’s own mind. There had always been something about the imagination that managed to kill any hope, something that nobody, or anything at that, had ever been able to reproduce. Even the scenes were so much worse then the actual punishment intended, and those who were about to be tortured often looked worse before the torturing, then after it.

“In the sense of the word, yes.”
He didn’t add it, but the word ‘obviously’ dripped from his tone, and his gaze still had not dropped back down from the sky. In a way, it was the place he could claim to be his home, but it was much more bare then anyone else’s. In fact, all it had in it, instead of a soft bed made up with something, a few bones indicating a midnight meal, was dirt and stone, nothing to indicate that anyone had been living there. It was empty, with only the faintest of scents to claim it. In fact, it seemed to be as dead as the area around him. Although, it was only fitting enough, when looking at the larger picture called life. Or rather, non-life. Would you really expect one to make a den when quick escape could prove crucial, as in, life or death? The road of a wanderer, even one as intense as Quinn was, was not one that was easily walked, Each action, each thought, could mean life or death. Which made his statement so true, that if one wanted to get technical, then yes, this could be considered his home, a place where he ‘lived.’ But from another viewpoint, it was obviously not a home to him, as it bore no actual marks of him living there. It was just another one of the many mysterious that engulfed the onyx brute. There were none that knew the actual truth about the reason he was the way he was, most being slain as soon as possible.

The question that was asked of him brought Quinn out of his thoughts, and it was one that happened to be expected. As for the answer though, that was something a bit more difficult, and in order to come up with the wording that would be needed here, Quinn appeared to almost be in thought, although the cold expression never left. It was rare of him to show any emotion; even now he was still and cold.
“An interesting character at times; but she is rather boring. You two must get along well, seeing as you had an attraction for the last Le-eyo alpha.”
Oh yes, that felt good. It would no doubt cause a bit of uncertainty, and maybe a bit of resentment. He could at least illusion that, right? However, with his true thoughts, there was more then he could explain about Naomi. But, he didn’t want to delve into his thoughts right now, for a simple reason.
He didn’t want to have to explain everything, the night’s time was ticking away, he could feel, to Feathers. How could he anyway, without giving away things that were better left forgotten? No, the best way to play was to keep himself quiet about everything, something that he had always been good at, something that didn’t require much thought anymore. Most would have warmed to the kindness that had been presented, that was a given, but alas, as typical, he had just gotten frostier and frostier. This was all so boring, there was nothing that could be said to upset him.

The mention of the drought though, made Quinn glance over toward Feathers, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“The drought is caused by a combination of things.”
His kind had managed to do a lot about it though. Even with the drought, there still would have been more prey, had his long time rival Stake, and his band, appeared. They were like him, in fact, Stake had been who had turned him, and therefore, fought a lot. It had been only recently since he had killed Stake and a lot of the group, and the mere thought of the other creature was enough to prick his agitation. And that small flare was all that happened to be needed. It was only through a good wave of self control that he managed to keep himself in check, and why he was doing that was a mystery to him, as the more animal side gnawed at his other half. There were two times when he was the most dangerous, when his power was the strongest, which was the time of absolute darkness, and when there was blood. Time was ticking down as absolute darkness drew near, he had always been one to get the satisfaction early, and with some luck, there would be bloodshed tonight.. His favorite time of the night, there was nothing that he wouldn’t prefer doing then ripping out a few throats just for the sake of it, yet this blasted conversation kept him in place. With clarity the thought that it was time to end it, end it now, flashed into his mind.

“Travel around some; you might see what I’m talking about. That is, if you can ever possibly get leave from your alpha. Things are just so warm and cozy in packs you know, nobody ever wants to leave.”
A malicious grin spreading across his otherwise attractive features, Quinn’s gaze caught Feather’s. The orbs seemed to radiate with something, drawing one in, telling the other that it was safe, despite the cold grin just slightly touching the feature of the black aardwolf. Everything seemed to scream danger now, as he was almost aglow with pure darkness. Yet, those eyes… They were the only thing that mattered, as one found that they couldn’t draw themselves away from the gaze. It beckoned them, and with that, Quinn broke it off, returning his gaze back to the desolate land below him. However, some part of him, hidden below the mask, grinned ever so slightly. He hadn’t reacted to the comment about his gaze; it was something he got any time he managed to get someone talking. All part of the ruse they were, so many seeing the blood color as something to fear, instead seeing them as something to marvel at. How simple this place was; when luring the prey was just as easy as looking in a slightly flirtatious way, it was just so simple! Eyes narrowing slightly once more, Quinn shrugged at the quotating of himself.
“I have.. other nicknames, but they aren’t for minors to hear.”
Turning his gaze away from Feathers, Quinn’s expression was one of faint amusement, dark amusement at that.

Suddenly though, that expression hardened, and Quinn turned back to the hyena, gaze flickering with something that indicated warning. There would be no way to predict what he was going to do though; it was time to depart. He loved an exit scene though, so this would be as good as any. Grinning slightly, but not revealing any tooth for then he would be marked for what he really was, Quinn seemed to hum with energy.

And suddenly, Quinn gave a lash of power. It was like a person snapping their fingers, but it would cause the spotted hyena to step back a couple steps, and make fur stand on end slightly, all the while creating a slightly muddled look.
“Go back to your alpha Feathers. I shall not kill you tonight; you have the luck of fates on your back. However, do not find me unless you wish for an early death. If I need to speak with you, I will find you.”
And then, suddenly, he was gone once more. His errands were known only to him, not that Feathers would want to know anyway. It was a nice time of night for him; and without sleep to burden him, well, he could literally stay out all night. Pardon the pun, if you could find one.

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