Username: Blazing Falcon
Any previous RP Experience: Some
What subjects do you want to study?: All
Recent links to show your current skill level:
1. Gifts of Silence
The smell of warm blood and the sound of rending flesh permeated the room as the sword drove through his shoulder, jarringly smashing into his shoulder bone. It was quickly extracted, and a glint in the man’s eyes showed the coming victory. Sanskri’s head rolled back as he let out a sharp cry of pain that quickly turned into a sigh of near ecstasy as he snapped his head down and his eyes glowed with a glint of power and soon returned to their normal yellow glow. His opponent moved to stab him again, but Sanskri moved faster than he, smashing his right blade into the sword, sending it spinning towards the ground, reaching a halt at a far wall. Before it hit the ground, Sanskri moved again, the only telling of his passing being a single drop of blood on the floor. He seemed to appear behind the man and lifting his blade, he quickly and efficiently knocked him out with one blow.
Sheathing his blade, Sanskri walked calmly to the bar, ignoring the drop jawed expressions and asking for bandages and a drink. The bartender quickly served the drink and pointed to a hooded man in a corner to receive a healing. Sanskri walked to the man, and as he did so, a man stuck his foot out to trip him. Sanskri ran directly into the foot, but did not seem to fall. He walked calmly on, sitting at the table with the hooded man. Still in awe, no one noticed the blood on the floor from where his blood-drenched shirt hit the floor.
After a short talk, Sanskri nodded to the man in thanks, left some coins on the table, ignoring protests and walked away to his room, blood dripping from his shirt at each step. Upon arriving there, he removed his shirt, reveling in the twinge of pain he felt. He washed and dried his arm and putting a new shirt on, fell asleep.
He woke up feeling slightly cold. Stretching his arms, legs, and back, he threw himself into the air, landing lightly on his feet as he stood. Looking around for the first time, he saw that he was no longer in the inn. He stood in a dark alleyway of stone in what appeared to be an elaborate labyrinth. Shrugging, he walked away, straightening his cloak and bandanna as he went. Soon he ran into a man who upon reaching him drew strange sticks with holes and pointed them at him, saying, “Adios.” A shot rang out in the maze and the man looked down expecting to see a dead body. Instead he saw nothing, but he heard a gruff voice whisper in his ear, “Never take your eye off the target. It WILL cost you your life.” With that, Sanskri ran the man through, killing him quick and painless. Then, he wiped his blade on the dead body and walked away, slightly more alert and tying a bandage of cloth from the dead man’s shirt to stem the blood flowing from the would inflicted by the strange stick thing.
2. With Great Power 2
Luke stepped out of the driver’s seat of the small black Jetta, looking around at the villa before him. An open field surrounded the villa, a perfect place for him to be able to practice with his bow. Pushing the trunk lever, he turned and walked to the waiting trunk of the car. Lifting it open all the way, he pulled out his duffel bag with clothes and toiletries, followed by his messenger bag and his bow, crossbow and quiver. Throwing his messenger bag around his neck on the left side and his bow over his right shoulder, he stopped, wondering what to do with the rest of his gear. After the pause, he put his crossbow in his messenger bag, which was now less filled with books, and attached his quiver to his belt. Finally, he picked up his duffel and walked to the villa, shrugging off the odd looks and calls of “You can take more than one trip you know, Luke.”
Arriving at the door, Luke entered the building and put his stuff in a messy pile in the center of the living room. He then walked around the place, checking out the rooms and looking in closets. He found a large exercise room filled with all sorts of exercise machines, such as treadmills and bike machines. In a closet near the back, a large archery target. He found a large game room filled with various entertainment systems, but that wasn’t much up his alley. The third and final room he found was filled with books. It was like a mini-library. Luke mused, I didn’t know that Evo liked books so much. Finishing his “tour,” Deadeye returned to the living room as everyone else did and Wes came out through the pool deck. Hailie shot him a look while glancing at his pile of stuff in the middle of the room, and Luke just shrugged innocently. As Wes began to talk, he turned and looked at him.
“Alright. Four bedrooms. Hailie gets the master bedroom,” he said. Deadeye groaned along with the other three guys. He shook his head in dismay. Wes continued, “I’ll take the couch, Marco will take the loveseat. That leaves the rest of you to fight over which rooms you want.”
At that, Luke looked at Haul and Aaron, shrugged, and picked up his duffle bag. He then walked into the bedroom closest to the living room. Dropping the bag back onto the floor, Luke leapt onto the bed. He landed on his back and sank right into it. A frown crossed his face as he tossed and turned uncomfortably on the bed. Damn. This is not comfortable at all. Why? he thought. He rolled off the bed onto his feet and walked to the loveseat. Removing his shoes, he stretched out on it, his long legs stretching over the armrest. A little small, but at least its comfortable more comfortable than the bed.
Deadeye closed his eyes and called out, “Hey, Marco. If you want the bed in the room closest to here, you can have it.” He grinned to himself as he heard the Monkey King run to the room. Deadeye called out towards the room Marco had just entered. “The room is still mine, but you can sleep on the bed. I just don’t like how it feels.”
Stretching out once more, Luke remembered the last time he had slept on a couch like this. He tensed up and fell onto the loveseat.
Three years ago, he had been lying on the couch in his and his father’s house, watching T.V. because he had nothing better to do. It was nearing midnight and his father hadn’t come home yet. He woke up the next morning still on the couch. His father had come home and left a note on the table. It read, "Luke, sorry to have to leave, but have things to do. Take bus ticket and go to the school. They will know who you are. Just tell them your name." The address and name of the William Braddock School for Prodigious Youths were written beneath the note. Luke picked up the ticket and looked around the house one last time. He walked to his room and packed up his clothes in a large duffle bag and a suitcase. As he walked back downstairs, he noticed that his father’s room was a mess. Sighing, he dragged his bags to the door, where he stopped to get his messenger bag. Taking a picture from the wall, he slid it into the bag and put it next to his suitcase. Realizing that his father had left his leather jacket, Luke picked it up and put it on. It fit him perfectly. Sighing once more, he picked up his bags and left the building. Since that day, he has heard no tale of his beloved father.
Deadeye’s eyes snapped open and he sat up straight, his legs swinging over the armrest to be firmly planted on the ground. Shaking his head, he stood up and moved his stuff to his room. Taking his bow and quiver, he walked to the exercise room and picked up the large archery target. With these three things in hand, Deadeye left the villa and began to practice with his bow on the lawn, sending arrow after arrow at the target. His eyes were glazed over as they saw the target closer than it was. The arrows flew like hornets, usually hitting near the bulls eye, but not always.
3. I can't find a third. I have more examples, but I just can't find the posts.
What are your strengths: Character Ideas and Plot Ideas, but they're just that. Only ideas.
Where do you feel you need to improve?: Everything
What, as a whole, do you want achieve by studying in the RPA?: I want to be better able to make believable characters.
Do you agree to abide by all RPGateway, RPA rules, the Student's Charter, and any specific rules placed upon you by your individual subject professors?: Yes.